as I escape them,
To define me, as not refined,
Mimed release expressions,
Of continuous thoughts
Pouring out like red wine
From a dark green bottle on a crème carpet,
Or white sand.
My words escape me,
as I escape them,
For love is beauty,
and beauty is love,
As diabolical dreams
of intestines on a platter,
As kidneys, lungs and livers,
rushing the blood, my blood, winded, noisey.
My words escape me,
as I escape the world.
- My Words by Serj Tankian, from "Cool Gardens" (2001)
