Bloomer - No Antidote

Along my hand, not yet dried, Memory quietly makes its way. Along my river, not yet frozen, A bird softly floats by. Over my unkilled soul, A forgotten mind weeps mournfully. I am flying outside of all dimensions. I am flying outside of all dimensions. Through me, they sneak in secretly Sounds, glances, knives and bullets. Slowly, they enter my home Whiteness, cold, winter and mold. From all sides, it surrounds My body a deadly horror. I am flying outside of all dimensions. I am flying outside of all dimensions. I do not feel any touches, I don't remember what I know. I am beyond the frame of human notions, I do not believe in days and nights. I do not hear the utterances of others, I have cast my tongue behind my back. Here reality cracks at the seams, exposing the skeleton’s core, I feel no weight of the years, I feel no taste of the meat. Behind my back, my tongue is a sack full of shattered crystal Useless ballast for those beneath whom the earth does not tremble I am flying outside of all dimensions I am flying outside of all dimensions I am flying outside of all dimensions I am flying outside of all dimensions [End]