Iron Tusk

(album: Leoniden - 2017)

Lines are drawn
Your body hits the light
Before the day could ever rise
Iron Tusks are empty, are empty

Eyes are closed
The pictures in your mind are false
You'll never see the night
Iron Tusks are empty, are empty

Iron tusks are swollen knives and guns
But their wounds are notional
Iron tusks are swollen knives and guns
But their wounds are notional
Knives and guns subsided iron tusks
But their wounds are rational

No graves by metaphors, no graves
No graves by metaphors
All books by folded hands, all books by
All graves by folded hands

Taste the sun
(Living as I wanted to)
Burn your tongue!
(Living as I wanted to)
Iron Tusk are empty
(Living as I wanted to)

You said that all is an illusion, an illusion, an illusion
You said that all is an illusion, an illusion, an illusion

You criticise an uncountable set
There are more elements than arguments yet
Lines will always intertwine
If dots are crossed twice
Five dots, eight lines build a house indeed
But not mine
It's not real
It's not real

And can't you see the...

Lines are drawn
Your body hits the light
Before the day could ever rise
Iron tusks are empty, are empty

Eyes are closed
The pictures in your mind are false
You'll never see the night
Iron tusks are empty, are empty