Windows in a silent room , sunlight burns the walls to black   Angles and dimensions melt while colors drip and pillows crack   Reflections of my memories like pictures pasted on a sheet   The ribbon film of separate frames lying curled up at my feet       The film is just a snake design and the photographs are fading fast   These are not memories of mine I have no future, no past      I've seen a thousand afternoons dissolve into the night   Like sugar crystals on a spoon they disappear from sight      Gray days from the crispest morning to the warmest afternoon in this room      And I like to draw the face I saw so long ago   My image in the mirror tells the jagged lines which way to go      The black and white description of the sole survivor of the Holocaust   All the rest were lost       Do you see this paper face? It has no color or no mood   My eyes are ageless, as am I. I need no sleep, I need no food   I am a king, but like a child the other children laugh at me   Tongues of fire, wagging wild they dance around me merrily       I'll kill them all and if I fail I'll kill whoever I can find   Then they'll beg me to be kind      My eyes have seen far more than eyes can ever tell   This planet plunged through mushroom fires of earthly hell      I know that my sweet Jesus said that he'd return   But Babylon has fallen and the cities burn