Only there
God was only there.
In the shadow of the past
Where your secrets sleep in cloisters
And the milk tree grows.
Preach
Your face will remind me
Blessed abyss
Act of our blood.
I swallow the moon
Because I always fall
In your clarity
Just to be
Lost in the flames of your voice.
Preach
Your face will remember me
Blessed abyss
Act of our blood.
I am the voice
Of the one who cries
In the desert.
Don't give me confidence
Hide all disappointment
Full of pure distance
The hole that is my face.
Born to castrate
My own son
I do it
I do it without forgiveness
I reject everything
May it not be you.
Don't give me trust
Hide all disappointment
Full of pure distance
The hole that is my face.
Your lips without my mouth do not exist.
Fire that understands our way of speaking.