Shape of My Tongue

This mirror inside me shows I can't say what, but can't not know I run from body I run from spirit I do not belong anywhere I'm not alive Can you smell the decay? I'm not alive Can you smell the decay? You talk about my craziness Listen rather to the honed-blade sanity I say This gourd head on top of a dervish robe Do I look like someone you know? I'm not alive Can you smell the decay? I'm not alive Can you smell the decay? Or if it spills, it drops into God And rounds into beautiful pearls I form a cloud over that ocean And I gather the spillings I gather the spillings I'm not alive Can you smell the decay? I'm not alive Can you smell the decay? I'm not alive Can you smell the decay? I'm not alive