[04:48.00]I stay away, when you burn me like fire.
[04:48.00]I’m unmatched as I’m lazy.
[04:48.00]You spit as you say: I get crushed by my dreams,
[04:48.00]that I clawed and begged for.
[04:48.00]It’s myself, I deceive. I got all, I asked for!
[04:48.00]If I wait in deep sleep, there’s nothing there
[04:48.00]to pray for.
[04:48.00]
[04:48.00]Uneven and brittle Is there fruit on our tree?
[04:48.00]Those altered dreams, that I saw there: Now back at us
[04:48.00]cracked. And loving care notions break as they retract.
[04:48.00]It’s the morning here now: There’s somepeace but
[04:48.00]no laughter. It’s myself, I deceive. I got all, I asked for!
[04:48.00]If I wait in deep sleep, there’s nothing here to pray for. Un-
[04:48.00]even and brittle Is there fruit on our tree?
[The Spirit Master from whom we spent… I sit
[04:48.00]now and see: All mine was pretence.]
[04:48.00]
[04:48.00]It’s myself I deceive. I got all I asked for! If I wait
[04:48.00]in deep sleep, There’s nothing there to pray for.
[04:48.00]Uneven and brittle. Is there fruit on our tree?