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blinded by desire

now are you blinded by desire once again
you know i’ll help you with the pain again
i am a friend i am a friend i am a friend
i forgive you

even the contemporaries are old
they just don’t know it

most things disappear it is true
you went looking and you looked a lot
what you haven’t found is what you’ve got
which is to say you should be looking harder
you know i speak the truth
let the truth set you free

now you are blinded by desire once again
you know i’ll help you with the pain again
i am a friend again and again and again

then you went down to the basement
to face defacement – like de man said
read aloud a load of antithetic theory
on this and that and the idea of a periphery
got yourself enrolled in a monastery
where you had to face the future backwards – i guess
from what i know of losing face and defacement
in the basement – it’s a mess

you are blinded by desire once again
i don’t know what to do my friend
you are a mountain of ignorance

no one’s going to hear your voice from beyond the grave
you went and dug yourself save perhaps the sometime semi-god
de man himself most likely whispered: get out of there
you belong always on the hemisphere on which you are not
what you haven’t found is what you’ve got
all blank looks and no books you surfaced
counting your blessings and losses
forsook gods semi-gods and crosses

but oh my are you still blinded by desire
you lie troubled on the unlit funeral pyre
you are a burning but there is no fire

in the pit black hole your soul
you got the fear
in the pit black hole
you got the fear
crying and wailing
you got the fear
no face and ablaze
and somewhere down the line you’ll find – and you know it
the emptiness awaiting the weaver of the wind
you got the fear
you got the fear
you got the fear

and i’m not there
no one’s there
you got the fear
you got the fear
you got the fear