In transit you pass among the strangers of the world
paying tibute to the thief who stole away your shadow
you look into the bedrock and listen to the bells
calling liquid lust
call for solid white

I see the stalker in your face
the secrets of your skin
I keep the wisdom that you need
the password that you want
I feel the stalker in your mind
the fire in you veins
no hope to be released

I'm a multitude of travel to the other side
through the broken wall I saw your fellow man
to the west of the horizon there's a bitter world
and if you try to sense the smell of your face
for you found the keyhole
but lost your backbone
no courage left to join the march of endless time
you saw the sleep of habit on those who walk in trance
to their catatonic aimless lives

so let them start the engine grinding mountain dust
and reproduce your ego too much is not enough
you dig holes through the earth to meet the king of worms
to steal away his wisdom and learn to [bad word] 

you chant like fifty indians to charm the prince of eagles
to learn the art of seeing and the tounge of the winds
so don't you try to fool me for I watch your every move
we are kindred spirits like two voices in the wild