The sword that you sent me is hung by my bed,
To remind me of people who thrust at my head;
To play on my brain where the wellsprings of pain
Are cutting my body and cursing my name.

The sods of hell or some other place thus,
Are spewing their guts and then licking the pus
That falls on the ground and then reeks in the air:
They are so disgusting and never do care.

These hellhounds and devils, they’re sinners the lot,
Do always surround me and burning me hot,
They cut me and screw me, they scream in my ear,
I call out for mercy but no-one will hear.

Where is this love and the peace that I seek,
The feeling of truth of which wise people speak?
I never have seen it, but felt it inside
The feeling of love that is man and his bride.

Yet where am I going? How can I find
The people and places that live in my mind?
They come out in dreams and they comfort my screams
Yet I never can see them, so what does it mean?

There’s pain in the world: we know that’s the truth,
And everyone’s thinking ‘now what is the use?’
Well, I tell you my people, we’re gods of the hill,
But demons below us they poison us ill.

They cut and they pound us like pieces of glass,
Our bodies are shattering, they sit and they laugh.
Yet we are but stronger than maggots and fleas,
Floating around on the silentness breeze.

Into the woods we must now fly away,
And cutting our courage we seek a new day:
A day for our peace in the pits of the land,
Like children forever on beaches of sand.

Sun shining for us and clouds floating down,
We children of summer are spinning around.
Confusion speaks for us, we fear not the night,
But sit in the orchard and dance with delight.

We eat of the apple that grows with the leaf,
And lay back just talking, unsure of belief:
Belief is for cowards, we need it but not,
For we have the silence, the sea, the sun hot.

And when our journey for truth is complete
We’ll tell you about it, you’ll join our retreat:
The people of power who live in the trees,
We are the strong ones, the world’s on its knees.

What will you say now that we have the truth:
Well nobody’s thinking ‘now, what is the use?’
We are so strong and we’re dancing along,
You’ll see us in dreams, in the moment we’re gone.


© 2000 Matt Everett