I've traded my stillness For the new century's illness now It hungers, it's aching A leviathan waiting down It waits for the day I surrender to the waves and drown But Inside, it's blinding It's bent and it's winding In each sacred And each desecrated space But if I catch it and brand it I'll still half understand it 'Cause I can see where it goes But I can't see where it came And I've become a relic Faithless, but ascetic now I've got nothing to write on It's just candles and ikons around But the closer you see it The less the word means anyhow But Inside, it's blinding It's bent and it's winding In each sacred And each desecrated space But if I catch it and brand it I'll still half understand it 'Cause I can see where it goes But I can't see where it came Holy libertine scholar I'm trading my collar now For where I can lay between the trees Put my lips right to the stream And drink it down