"Burning Books"

Lyrics by T. D.
Music by Paul and Degan

This one’s for the words
That strangle each breath
In blind Greek songs you’ll find my death
The tale is gone, I remember all
Put pen to page and perish
Such is the choice
And through muted voice
I create the fall
Sexual crimes, lust for power, I know
A hundred-letter poem spells to self-condemn
You sing along in silence wishing ill to them
Lying to my face featureless and small
What is that staff unbled, unread
Played by the musician on horseback pale?
What is that name unspoken and frail?
'Tis the same told of all.
   
That which cannot live is the forgotten idea
Burning books marked with its insignia
That is eternal which preternaturally lies
Between cheat sheets doubting seas will rise.
   
Every name jotted in my sheets
Every stain of remorse he meets
Every face imploring alluded feats
   
Open up the blind man’s book.
Open up and take a look.