Traces

You're deep rooted in exile
Is that the way you move
You turn off your good face
Is that the way you choose it
And you've learned to hate most
Is that the way you breed
In and out motion
Is that the way you feed feed

And now you throw out all emotion
Is that the way you move me
Turn terror slowly
Is that the way you kill me

It's you
And all the things you do

Separated and overcome
Is that the way you live
You pull words out of thin air
Is that the way you give

Kiss the hands of the prophets
Burned beyond belief
Turn tricks with the followers
Left the traces of you
And the words of the poets
You feel that they're your own
At the end of a pot line
It's you and what you do