healer.

i'm not much for the picture shows.
i go to places no one knows.
i shed my clothes, and walk around.
the world is my stomping ground.
i heal people free and clear.
touching their hearts, and removing their fear.
in the shadows of the desert plains,
the moonlight's dry and clear.
i am not much for picture shows,
but i know so much is clear.

let my mind reel like film
until the projector begins to burn,
cutting between shots of nordic clans
and outstretched hands, and shores they haven't settled.

in the windowless, expressionless, howling stretch of woods,
i lay down until this town is up and feeling good.
on the rooftops, where the rain drops,
i will lay naked and heal this town.

to hell with your insecurities,
to hell with your impurities,
to hell with sickness,
to hell with death.

i will touch your face and you'll live forever.