Testo Phantom

Listening to the heartbeat of a building Of words that cut me up beautifully, I lock myself back in place of your Soft-spoken, money-making glow. This disease is beyond my practice - I WILL live to re-live forever... My head slams into the concrete. "The younger rises when the old doth fall...". In the great hand of God I stood As a group of one. Sent to that invisible cave To learn about mercy and peace. The Phantom was known to move like a Jesus Whom no light comforts But who in his death is perfect. Don?t touch the stars in these intolerable 90?s... You were like Jesus, disguising what I was. But they keep cropping up in restless ecstasy - And - goddamn, you?re looking old.