Scissors upside down in my hand
I cut myself into mosaic
If you roll up my sleeves you´ll see
Under my skin the foreign blood
As a leech I´ve sucked the day as black as the night
Never utter my name, hit me back if you feel that`s right
Drink yourself into oblivion from alcohol-free blood
Come from upon the fire
Walk upon the water as Jesus.
I´ll shake the path to a determined goal
Away from under your feet
Thorns from a boradkeaf tree, shaken, as usual, on a 
mantelpiece.
You brush against the blue-eyed mist.
No homesickness whatsoever.
The wings wink at you
From a mound of mould