Imaad Wasif
The Voidist - 07 - "The hand of the imposter"
THE HAND OF THE IMPOSTER(IS THE PROMISE OF MY OWN)The rains were pounding on my rooftopLike an animal ripping through a cageAnd now that you're goneThere's no reason for me to stay onI want to go back homeWhere I only know the less-knowsI want to break free from all these freaksCome visit me in dreamlandAnd talk in a voice that's echoicThe invisible man was the ghost of a womanAnd a famous rip-off artistIn the ancestral halls where the yellow wallpaper begsFor my superstitionsI've stood on the fenceFor long enough to blendThe person I was then with who I am nowIt's my shing hourRing out a joyful hymnLetras de cancionesFor the prisoner on the high roads of the globeThe music of the spheresA sel-styled astronomer's hoaxOne by one I've unhooked the starsAnd hid them in my coattailsWho will carry the torchWho will inherit the throneAll of the posers are inching closerEven the losers and clonesAn organ risesA distant wailingSomewhere on the peripheryMy contempt for you is marching onBittersweet and unreleting
From Letras Mania