So wait with me, believer,
In the hour in which nothing can touch
The roots that are bound.
Roots do not decay forever
in a spiral of time and space, we are
the intellectual, inseparable, untouchable
to all.
In the hour in which nothing can touch
The roots that are bound.
Roots do not decay forever
in a spiral of time and space, we are
the intellectual, inseparable, untouchable
to all.
