Through your eyes I saw the red sun burst and slowly melt into dead sea…
Through your eyes I watched your hand expand
And crush dozen trees like they were dead leaves…
Through you ears I heard the mountain laugh, the bashee cry,
The statue of Mohammed roll a dice to plastic Buddha, screaming
«Christ! Another six — I guess it’s time to pack my things and head
Back slowly to Nirvana.»
Through your senses I kissed dying time.