(Bob Dylan)
There was a wicked messenger
from Eli he did come,
With a mind that multiplied
the smallest matter
When questioned who had sent for him
he answered with a thumb.
For his tongue it could not speak, but only flatter
He stayed behind the assembly hall,
it was there that he made his bed,
Oftentimes he could be seen returning.
Until one day he just appeared
with a note in his hand which read,
"The soles of my feet, I swear they're burning".
The leaves began to fallin'
And the seas began to part,
And the people that confronted him were many
And he was told these last few words,
Which opened up his heart,
"If ye cannot bring good news, then don't bring any"Read the words from my silent lips
The static screenplays of your agony
All hidden phobias will rise from within us
So kiss the dust from a little mirror
To see my light through the scud of time
A silver ray will lead the path
I'll take away what fate brought
Please let me in your life's tragedy
So I could write an end of our story
Something enters me from the outside
With a ghastly graze it rips the heart
I watch reflection in the mirrors of her eyes
Needle feeds all nightmares
Shots one after one
I see destruction in the center of it all
Among the liars similar tendencies
To rip every bright thought like paper to the shreds
Allow your heart to lose its rhythm
Drown deep within me
Another chapter overfilled with fear of a starving
human wreck begins...
With paralyzing thrill
Among the lines I hid all substance
Find it as your deathbed's waiting
Reach outside through veil of fear
Your heart beats within me!!!
So kiss the dust from a little mirror
To see my light through the scud of time
A silver ray will lead the path
I'll take away what fate brought
Please let me in your life's tragedy
So I could write an end of our story
Enter me now
Blow up the door
Do what you've promised
Reach outside through veil of fear
Your heart beats within me!!!