version 0.2
these wars over dogma
keeling us in pain
this boiling magma
underneath all bullet rains
the pressure in the cooker
getting higher and higher
the children demandi ng ceasefire
these days even your hands seem tired
of us of ourselves the spirit grows dry
forever awaiting the new
hanging with our own nails
on crosses made from ancient trees
so the paper which we trade
is worth more than the trees we spayed
and the seconds that fade
from the life we evade
degraded from handmade
by decades of crusades
marching politely along
with the grey parade
in those eyes
you got soul
you got fire
more than a body could desire
your femininity is seething
with the offenses to divinity
we can't hear in the name of some god
or the promise of the perfect catch
born to the center of a screaming match
with someone hoping we're left to be deaf
to the music
and these rhymes
the visions come clear
the language rings true
hear me spirit
i command you to
sure as iron will rust
certain as we become dust
it's not just the lust for you
that makes me combust
it's in those eyes
your lips
in between your thighs
in that heart of rock n roll
theres a tuning to be found
through the senses to the sounds
by these vessels
their feet on the ground
our bodies will collapse
the seasons will change
and the time to go home
is now baby don't stray
in memories not forgotten
time gone hearts broken
yet woken we will have spoken
in this moment
i still ask you
did you see them yet
your eyes in mine
don't blink at the demise
of our ties or the blue skies
we don't belong in hell
rise fire rise
in those eyes
i find the gold
i find a way
for both of us to burn
escape this fleshy prison
shoot through the stars and glisten
i push the ground
beneath my feet
to get to you
i need no shoes
you kiss me then
we tear up time
to know
to love
to be you
to lightning
your one true blue
and i'm dying to know
what's inside
and behind
those perfect eyes
when the blue
turns to white
don't look back
don't hold back
after that
blinding light
sun at night
clear and dark
ponted spark
this our heart
we come in close
we find our pace
to whisper prose
the saddest words
now find a home
for ears to hear
and flip the coin
of hope and fear
and when the moment comes
to lay down in the pyre
they found atomic heart
they couldn't split it apart
across endless fields of sand
they'll know i and i
and where to find it
by the trail of fire
℗ & © 2021 Quetzalcóatl. All rights reserved.
version 0.1
these wars over dogma
keeling us in pain
this boiling magma
underneath all bullet rains
the pressure in the cooker
getting higher and higher
the children demanding ceasefire
these days
even the land seems tired
of us of ourselves
the spirit grows dry
forever awaiting the new
hanging with our own nails
our conceit complaints
some souls for hire
under cold cold wires
exchange my desires
for you blood vials
trials cannot be denied
were gonna have to walk
hand in hand for miles
focus on the horizon
level to the ground
in those eyes
you got soul
you got fire
more than a body could desire
some of us cannot believe
the offenses to divinity
we hear in the name of some god
or a bag full of dimes
born to the center of a screaming match
till we're left to be deaf
to the music
and these rhymes
the visions come clear
the language rings true
hear me spirits
i command you to
sure as iron will rust
certain as we become dust
its not just the lust for you
that makes me combust
its in those eyes
that soul
in between your thighs
in that hear of rock n roll
theres a tuning to be found
through the sense to the sounds
by these vessels
their feet on the ground
our bodies will collapse
the seasons will change
and the time to go home
always feels a bit strange
in memories not forgotten
time gone hearts broken
yet both of us
might have stayed
in this moment
i will ask you
did you see them yet
your eyes in mine
don't blink at the demise
of our ties or the blue skies
we don't belong in hell
rise fire rise
when you look up to the sky
and the wind blows from behind
take off speed off the ground
with the fuel in that trip
you're gonna catch fire
in those eyes
i'll find your soul
i'll find a way
for both of us to burn
escape this fleshy prison
shoot through the stars
and glisten, babe
and when the moment comes
to lay down in the pyre
you'll have to chain me down
you'll have to chase me around
across endless fields of sand
you'll know where i am
by the trail of fire
℗ & © 2014 Quetzalcóatl. All rights reserved.