Seep into my head

Cause there’s something In there that gota be said

I feel my hands to bleed the red blood of today’s and tomorrows

I crack my bones to the beat of sorrows

In my life, in my head, red

Fool to see the bed, to sleep to love and to hold

Its gonna be the book that is read, by the eyes and the head

But not to remember or to forget the story of the book that has been read

Are the shimmers and the bearings of the galactic red

Too soon to see, too late to hear. too far to care

Hell it’s the man and the words, but the beat yet to be is where it is