Milton Testo

And in your quiet round glass bowl you try to turn away from thieves and kings mixed up again washed up on the shore.
And in the murky confines of the eyes of all who came before forever back again on to evermore.
No,
And your walls come down again,
When you sink and try to swim.
And you scream without a note.
I know, I know.
We were coming down a hill of fog
And I had had a quick thought.
You had come into my mind,
A purchase that I now bought.
But you were here so briefly,
Woke one morning dead in your bowl.
I know, I know.
When were seeking a symbol you had encompassed all the hopes and dreams now atrophy locked forevermore.
No,
And your walls come down again,
When you sink and try to swim.
And you scream without a note.
I know, I know.
We were coming down a hill of fog
And I had had a quick thought.
You had come into my mind,
A purchase that I now bought.
But you were here so briefly,
Woke one morning dead in your bowl.
I know, I know.
High above,
High above the alter.
I am of,
I am of the order.