Dust

[Verse 1]
I am the lead-filled sound of the desert
ّI am the chilling cold of the white sanded winter
My job is to build ruins
And to paint these structures

The howling of wolves turned me rabid
Set a fire in my heart
But I was fed to the flames myself
Happy though, since my sadness was all for nothing

My lips are sealed, so is my heart
Its amber is red with blood
Its furnace road is dark and narrow
Its chief is an old bat

 The spider web is the chain of death
your hands are tied and my body is bruised
Behind the silk of this black cloud
the moonlight shines

Give me your hands, feel my skin
Drown me in your embrace
Give me your soul in exchange for my heart
Let me scream for freedom

You tell stories and tell them loud, My Scheherazade
Your hair is your weapon, my Rapunzel
The arch of your eyebrow killed Arash
The vultures ate his wings
The old bat stole his lover
This cold soil forgot his existence

 [Verse 2]
Come join my story, my school school friend
Let’s make choices like we’re sophie
Let’s raise dust in the school yard
And when we see the teacher we run

You and I, we’re temporary, but our clime is forever
Tired of lies, let’s take off these masks now
The foreign cities
War zones
Glasses and rocks
To kill the giant, such a joy

Write our story, sing with me
I’ll carry all your burden if necessary
Let’s light our candles
Take back our share of night

Your hand is a fist, my fist is tight
Let me be a fish in your heart of sea
Don’t let your pretty eyes get wet
I am on the same boat