23:41.

Crop off my head
make me attached
separate, living
dead to breath

Drown me in song
while standing tall
to the ancient hieroglyphs
a distant memory

Let me bleed

The sirens songs
lack melody
it stank of blood
distant feuds

The earth gods rot
fed by dust
The seasons come
eternally round

When shame turns red the yellow earth
and the children of the soil are damned
Wings of change, strip bare this land
Till the old bones come to life

Let me bleed
That I might live
It all makes sense
I just do not see it yet