Bone Awl - Artaud To Riviere lyrics

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"I suffer from a fearful mental disease

My thoughts abandon me at every stage

Thus whenever I am able to grasp a form

However imperfect I hold on to it

There is one single thing

Which destroys my ideas

Something which does not stop me

Being what I migh

But if I may express it thus

Leaves me in a state of suspense

Something furtive which robs me

Of the words I've found

The star eats tilted sky

Begins it's flight towards peaks

Night sweeps up the scraps

Of our gratifying meal

How could we distinguish

Normal mechanisms

If we were not

Temporarily deprived of them

A consolation to those

Who experience death in small doses

They are the only ones

Who know what life consists of."