Ljuska - The Hole and The Eye

Stranger, you live This voice is yours It's you that I hear and see All that crawls in this pit All the life, parasites and worms Are but a dust for the tempest A waterdrop for the fire

Yes it is all nothing and none Hollow reflector and moving deceit With its roots plunged in nowhere Yes it is all none and nothing A hole filled with temporary pulse With the essence of a trader But this hole is within It carved its home, created condition And a structure, a building Celebrating its inhabitant Then he started his work, set the price Opened the doors, put the signs With a confident smile on his face And the stench of the holy ground He began to spread his word around

Stranger, I saw thee As you spoke with the whores I heard your voice and felt your limbs Moving and making noise in the pit My hands are cold I'm freezing in the wind A stray dog, thin to the bone Eating dust, sleeping on stones My hands are cold I'm lurking in the dark In lightless cellar of dripping moisture Neglecting every pain and pleasure

What is the cost of searching For The Eye This faint, hurt and sorrow The love of no tomorrow What is the price of craving To reach behind it all Piercing through the present Gazing into the darkness of the abyss

To reject the offers of the trader Through scope to watch the stranger With the rifle pointed into the mirror To pray not for the salvation, For this pity dealer and whore To ask not for the heaven For it is the ultimate pleasure And the kingdom of the joker That wears the crown of paper

I shiver not from the cold That pierces this body and soul But from thy presence, Lord So firm, silent and bold I tremble not from the weight Of the shadows under my skin But from thy light Shining so deep and bright

Nothing more to see, Nor something to discover In this hollow chamber, this hole No one could be found, To dig up the mountains and to swim in the volcanoes, To conquer the hell and taste the bliss of heaven All is nothing I am the hole You are the Eye