I plant the seed I wait in silent wonder
To sun pay heed, he'll raise you from your slumber
to stand alone, like me, there'll be no other
We'll bow our heads, in rain and wind and thunder
But you unlike me,
through wanting you were summoned here
And you unlike me can live without tears
I lock the door, and peek through curtained windows
I wage a war and I shall will not surrender
You have been warned, I chose this alienation
I'm not deformed. I am the deformation
A pantomime god
I cloak myself in tattered robes
I raise up my arms
and peer through your immortal soul
I stalk the mores, in deicidal anger
I seek the form, in it's decrepit nature
To raise him up and pierce his paraffin skin
To deflagrate our nation's Teraphim
In his deified state,
he blinded every soul on earth
Now he closes his eyes
and moves towards his second birth
He plants the seed. He watched in silent wonder
To him pay heed, he'll raise us from our slumber
To stand as one, like him, there'll be no other
We bow our heads, all sisters and all brothers
But we unlike him,
through wanting we were summoned here
But we, just like him, can't live without tears
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