what have i done what is this mourning
the arc of the brightness blinds me
what are these thoughts and cumbersome footsteps
the arc of the dream that binds me

what have i been this figure of light
island of gardens that feeds you
what if i burn swallowing doctrines
does painting this picture feed you

brother my child my counsel
cynical fathers i see
what colour these memories might be
what about me what about me what about me

what do i need only my conscience
forgiveness is all you gave me
vast is the wave i am my demon
where is the dark that folds me

why should i care piercing my cause
bring on the fools that bind me so
what if i drown water is yielding
interrogate my own sanity

brother my child my counsel
cynical fathers i see
what colour these memories might be
what about me what about me what about me

what have i been this figure of light
island of gardens that feeds you
what if i burn swallowing doctrines
does painting this picture feed you

brother my child my counsel
cynical fathers i see
what colour these memories might be
what about me what about me what about me