One man drew a picture
Another made a sculpture
But you tore them apartAnd
here I bring another
Another gift thats better
Its better than art
You can try to destroy it
Thrash it up and burn it
Yet it will still come back
It is I who made it
Yet your mind re-creates it
With a thought it comes back
The gift I bring will haunt you
Like disease it will afflict you
Im the spear in your heart
Spring 1991 |