in transit you pass among the strangers of the world   paying tibute to the thief who stole away your shadow   you look into the bedrock and listen to the bells   calling liquid lust   call for solid white      I see the stalker in your face   the secrets of your skin   I keep the wisdom that you need   the password that you want   I feel the stalker in your mind   the fire in your veins   no hope to be released      I'm a multitude of travel to the other side   through the broken wall I saw your fellow man   to the west of the horizon there's a bitter world   and if you try to sense the smell of your face   for you found the keyhole   but lost your backbone   no courage left to join the march of endless time   you saw the sleep of habit on those who walk in trance   to their catatonic aimless lives      so let them start the engine grinding mountain dust   and reproduce your ego too much is not enough   you dig holes through the earth to meet the king of worms   to steal away his wisdom and learn to decompose      you chant like fifty indians to charm the prince of eagles   to learn the art of seeing and the tounge of the winds   so don't you try to fool me for I watch your every move   we are kindred spirits like two voices in the wild