Like a mantis draped in white
in the shadows of the liquid night
crawling godless to a closing door
anti-matter in the hands of love
in the hands of love
& I, I go 'round in circles
I saw god & all his angels too
& I, I go 'round in circles
I say peace & love
& I go round in circles
Like a holy man in the opium daze
with his killing hand, black tooth heroin
with the mushroom eyes & the jackal smile
& the hand of love in the hand of love
& I, I go 'round in circles
I saw god & all his angels too
& I, I go 'round in circles
I say peace & love
& I go round in circles
Like the broken man in the fortress
of the golden lamb
Like an insect under sticky light
On a space ride to the other side
Still ascending from the mortal core
Still pretending, in the hands of love
in the hand of love
& I, I go 'round in circles
I saw god & all his angels too
& I, I go 'round in circles
I say peace & love
& I go round in circles
Like the broken man in the fortress
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth