Brains on the Tarmac Lyrics

The deluge rages
the water pours slowly on the windscreen
as a clot of blood
a shapeless mud that exacerbates my movements

A choking voice on the phone
tells the arrival of a dimension of sorrow

Finally i can admire it the design
of an open head on the tread

[ I see the stars bleeding
their incessant flow swallows my gaze
my empty white eyes meet each other
I see the stars crumbling
my frail and tired legs
will rest, will rot ]

And now the wooden raft
cuts through the pond among the water lilies
Above,
the dead body,
the incense on the hands,
the butterflies on his wounds, on his griefs

It has never been so resplendent
She has never been so beautiful.