Scissors upside down in my hand I cut myself into mosaic If you roll up my sleeves you´ll see Under my skin the foreign blood As a leech I´ve sucked the day as black as the night Never utter my name, hit me back if you feel that`s right Drink yourself into oblivion from alcohol-free blood You save me from heartbreak by giving it all you got Come from upon the fire Walk upon the water as Jesus. I´ll shake the path to a determined goal Away from under your feet Thorns from a boradkeaf tree, shaken, as usual, on a mantelpiece. You brush against the blue-eyed mist. No homesickness whatsoever. The wings wink at you From a mound of mould