Beings At The Gate


soon i bar all the doors

burn up the torch

and bring in the dogs

feeding on myself... swallow knowledge


counting down in my head

seconds are sped

the manic mirage

shining on the steps... hollow image


figures moving around line the edge...

come to rob me of all that ive learned


aircraft trample the sky

feet stomp on the dry

decay of a log

beings at the gate... seeking passage


sensors sweeping the ground

burn the field and the mountain

were digging for worms



Words by David Delmar, Warren Nelson & Carlos Tulloss. 1996



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