Stagnation
To Thomas S. Eiselberg, a very rich man, who was wise enough to spend all his fortunes in burying himself. Many miles beneath the ground as the only surviving member of the human race, he inherited the whole world

Stagnation

Here today the red sky tells his tale, but the only listening eyes are mine. There is peace amongst the hills, and the night will cover all my pride. Blеst are they who smile from bodiеs free, seems to me like any other crowd, who are waiting to be saved

Wait, there is still time for washing in the pool
Wash away the past. Moon, my long-lost friend is smiling from above. Smiling at my tears
Come we'll walk the path to take us to my home
Keep outside the night. The ice-cold knife has come to decorate the dead, somehow

And each will find a home. And there will still be time, for loving my friend. You are there. And will I wait forever, beside the silent mirror. And fish for bitter minnows amongst the weeds and slimy water
I want to sit down. I want to take a drink of water
I want a drink. I want a drink. To take all the dust and the dirt from my throat
I want a drink. I want a drink. To wash out the filth that is deep in my guts. I want a drink

Then let us drink. Then let us smile. Then let us go…