Thick white mist

oh thick white mist you hide the buildings in my life
what is fulfulling and what is my strife
what are my songs and how should I play them
where are my friends, and where did you lay them
where are my seeds, and how should I sow them
where are my leaves, and how do i grow them?

you songs are finished and you already know them
your friends are here
your seeds are tall cause you already grow them
your fulfilling doesnt matter
your strife is living so do not hurt him

within me they grow
through layers of snow
in spring they will fruit
through stem and root
give them some time
and your mist will clear
the buildings stand tall
you are no longer small
there are no more questions
there are no more lies

we do nothing I see nothing
rotting filled with maggots

I convinced myself to live forever and then come back again
I made the knife that killed his wife dividing son and sin
And on our roof a thin lid lies for medals made of tin
These things all end up within