To Thomas S. Eiselberg, a very rich man,

who was wise enough to spend all his

fortunes in burying himself many miles

beneath the ground. As the only

surviving member of the human race,

the inherited the whole world.

Here today the red sky tells his tale,

but the only Iistening eyes ore mine

There is peace amongst the hills,

and the night will cover all my pride.

Blessed are they who smile from bodies free,

seems to me like any other crowd

who are waiting to be saved.

Wait, there is still time for washing in the pool,

wash away the past.

Moon, my long-lost friend is smiling from above,

smiling at my tears.

Come, we'll walk the path to take us to my home,

keep outside the night.

The ice-cold knife has come to decorate the dead,

somehow.

And each will find a home,

And there will still be time,

for love in my friend

-You are there-

And will i wait for ever, beside the silent mirror

And fìsh for bitter minnows amongst the weeds and slimy

water.

I said I want to sit down.

I said I want to sit down.

I want a drink. - I want a drink,

To take all the dust and the dirt from my throat.

I want a drink. - I want a drink.

To wash out the filth that is deep in my guts.

I want a drink.

THEN LET US DRINK. - THEN LET US SMILE.-

THEN LET US GO.