Galore Paroles

For every wound that you carry
One more rebirth

(Various forms of varying worth)

We peddle the tinder and burn the cash in a heap on the floor
Because we prefer the flame
We speak creed whispers ride to a dull roar
Like smoker's cough in a poet's game

(Lost verse found)
You wouldn't believe the sound
(Expound) Faces fractured in a mirror image assembly
A hundred mouths utter the litany a different way
(You wouldn't believe the sound)
Of knowledge professed as though
Read from a relic stone long broken
In as many fragments of you, your so called
(Knowledge falsely so called)
(Lost verse found)
You wouldn't believe the sound