Sttr Songtext
von Dojo

I am yet what I am
No one cares or knows
My friends forsake me
Like a memory lost
I am the silken swerve of my bones
They rise and vanish
In the various forms
And yet I am and I live
Like a vampirous host
Like a vampirous host


Into the nothingness of scorn and noise
Into the living sea of warm dreams
Where there is neither sense of life nor choice
But the passionless of my life′s decease
And even the dearest that I love the best

They are strange
They are strange
They are strange in their best
They are strange in their best
They are strange in their best

I look for a sense where no man has ever trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
And dare to abide with my Creator God
And sleep as in childhood sweetly slept
And troubling in a trouble where lie
The grass below, above the valued sky
The grass below, above the valued sky