singing, getting sung   Things and Man are one   spinning, getting spun around   father as to son   God and Man as one   Infinite and then you choose      close your eyes to see   infinite, it be   open them but see just one   then you make your choice   choose to hear one voice   gamble it and then you lose      no angels without blame   lovers, traitors: same   (reminding me) for you I never came, to claim   on a lonely sun   nothing can be done   I can only burn for you