Paroles de Hierophant

His old crock sinks into oblivion No hallowing the body as a temple of his soul Let well enough alone Lining, defining, trying, desiring But the trait of lacking restraint keeps him away from it all Infinite sphere with its surpassing center He forswears this reign Relinquishing his heart and soul in the loneliest loneliness Pain and joy, thought and sigh will pass again Let well enough alone Lining, defining, trying, desiring, searching, finding, reaping, bounding Infinite sphere with its surpassing center He forswears this reign How sweet is the sound of the crumbling of our fellow men With his eye level at her smallest leaf he forgets the view of its plain obtaining balance Considered life sinking deeper instead of swimming along