Martin Feels

 

Martin feels just like Jesus on the cross                                                     

Realizing there ain´t no God above                                                          

 

And Martin feels like captured in a book                                              

Written by Franz Kafka, but no one takes a look                                   

 

In his dreams Camilla walks dressed like a queen                                   

He can´t figure out if this anything means                                                

The twin suns, the towers, the black stars, the lake                               

                                                                                                              

 

Martin feels every time when darkness falls                                           

Something´s buried deep in the ground and he hears it´s calls               

 

And Martin feels this world is slowly driving mad                                    

So he takes a shot of Morphine to calm his aching head                         

 

In his dreams Camilla walks dressed like a queen                                 

He can´t figure out if this anything means                                              

The twin suns, the towers, Carcosa, the lake                                          

And he cries out, “For Heaven´s sake!”                                                 

 

In his dreams Camilla walks dressed like a queen                               

He can´t figure out if this anything means                                         

The twin suns, the towers, Carcosa, the lake                                         

And he cries out, “For Heaven´s sake!”  


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