Is that a dagger infront of me, The handle towards me. Come, let me grasp you. I don't have a dagger but I see one. Are you a vision or can I actually touch you? Can I feel you or can I just see you? Or a you just a figment of my imagination? A you a dagger of my imagination? Or are you a false creation? Am I ill? Am I sick? I see it as if it's real As I try to get the dagger It shows me the way I'm going The weapon I was suppsed to kill with My eyes are deceiving me I still see the dagger. And on the blade and the handle of the dagger drips blood It wasn't there before. It is the killing which tells To my eyes. Now the other half of the world, They're all asleep and bad dreams kill Their calm sleep. Witches celebrate Sacrifices and murder Alarmed by his guard, the wolf Who's howl is watching my pace Like Tarquins ravishing strides Towards his design Move like a ghost on the firm ground Don't hear the direction of my steps The stones say where I am And distracts me from what I'm doing Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
The handle towards me. Come, let me grasp you.
I don't have a dagger but I see one.
Are you a vision or can I actually touch you?
Can I feel you or can I just see you? Or a you just a figment of my imagination?
A you a dagger of my imagination? Or are you a false creation?
Am I ill? Am I sick?
I see it as if it's real
As I try to get the dagger
It shows me the way I'm going
The weapon I was suppsed to kill with
My eyes are deceiving me
I still see the dagger.
And on the blade and the handle of the dagger drips blood
It wasn't there before.
It is the killing which tells
To my eyes. Now the other half of the world,
They're all asleep and bad dreams kill
Their calm sleep. Witches celebrate
Sacrifices and murder
Alarmed by his guard, the wolf
Who's howl is watching my pace
Like Tarquins ravishing strides
Towards his design
Move like a ghost on the firm ground
Don't hear the direction of my steps
The stones say where I am
And distracts me from what I'm doing
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.