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I am the American Immortal.

I find my winter bringing life into my world.

This growing fear of happiness has overcome my head.

Living in this cathedral of rap and rock and roll,

With nobodies who own the rest of humanity,

And the zombies who sing to me the joys of life and love and fire,

It's easier to breathe the air, without the oxygen.

When walking through the garden, enveloped in the music,

Flowers float along the stream and shine melodies sweet.

Waiting never happens, when it's always the right time.

And where I live I've gone away, and home's finally kicked in.

And one of the most exciting aspects of my new found home,

Lies in the abscence of necessity, for everything is needed, but all is already had.

Which is such a blessing for me because of my hatred,

For that God forsaken cleansing ritual we call dusting.

No skin is bruised, no blood is shed, for death is dead and buried.

I'm immortal here, I'm immortal here.

I already was... but now I feel it. Now I see it...

It's beautiful to me, because I see the truth...

The honest beauty lies in the ugliness of it all.

The ugliness of life and living, left so far behind.

Good night to me, and so, good morning.

The flowers, the water, the very walls, they breathe!

Their breath is the fuel of my life.

It's the music, and it's the light...

And it's the fighting to my heart's content...

In my cathedral... It's my cathedral...

So, umm... word.

      - Me