The springs of this cheap mattress press into my skin
And the humidity weighs upon my flesh like blackened sin
I love that I am cursed by Firaun an Najdi
To fly like mi'raj away from lies and aridity
A corpse in a spacesuit drifting oh so pointlessly
Dead eyes stare through bloody glass at open infinity
The cars and the bars and the starmen, yeah
Felled trees like human souls all collapse to gravity
Sharp sword or a short knife, do not infringe my rights
White sands leave me half blind - I don't want to be lost when I die
Pomegranate runs down your face, fruit dragged out of Hades
Coagulated blood, a sickly scab on the Euphrates
(I don't want it, I just need it, can you believe it?)
Stoicism failed afar, sweetness failed near
No need to walk on tiptoes, there is no one here