Visionism (Rootwater)

I, I've got my own way You've got another one All but not understanding I feel... lost I'm broken, now it's too late the valley of bones the place where the hope is over I stay alone I stay alone too weak to.... inspirit the flesh the same exertion for the lovers and exertion for the dead only six boards needed here, instead of the past delight- the tower of white nothingness clean as the diamond is smooth like death ( too weak to ) inspirit the flesh There's a heat which chars lovers flesh there's death which opens lovers eyes there's a heat (too weak, too weak to go) there's death (too weak, too weak to go) which kills my light, (too weak, too weak to go) the best of my flights (too weak, too weak to go) there is, a brutal nail in the center, at the ball of the white mirror here, instead of the past delight- the tower of white nothingness clean as the diamond is smooth like death  I feel ... lost I'm broken, now it's too late the valley of bones the place where the hope is over now there's my way , my way I follow your footsteps (too weak, too weak to go )