Look in the mirror and what do I see?
A man longing to pierce the circumference of the tree
and understand the mystery of me
A likeness of the earth found in my shadow
Number's three
I can't help you
move from your bed
Raise salt from the dead head
Burn from the lion, red as fire
Burn from the lion!
...To understand the mystery of me...
You'll never see the mystery of me
Compass, long and weary squares
placed upon the lips of kings
Leveled by humility
Absolutely knowing absolutely nothing
This path has always been my own to carry
I thirst. I dream. I burn.
I thirst, I dream, I burn from the shadow of my urn
I can't help you move from your bed
Raise salt from the dead head
Burn from the lion
Three times I suffered your name.
The torch was lit to carry the flame, come on!
Catch me as I burn. Burn from the lion.
Five times, time, time will take a while.
Fall back asleep. Greet you with a smile
as I burn! Burn from the lion.
Seven snakes wrapped around wrists.
Fibrous roots, deep restless twists.
Burn! Burn from the lion.
