The Bourne Ultimatum Monoscope

If you could wake

Your voice can not scream

because it is a clear desert

you're gone, You're Dead

and you can not sing.

Nor can dream,

your dreams have gone

and confused by clouds

if it was raining or mourn.

heal your wounds

if you could return

of that eternal slumber,

of those nights so missed.

What mine who the priest,

if I open my eyes without seeing

whom I may return

your smile and your tenderness?

Nor can you hear me,

and I I can hear you.

Will my hands to fight,

love, hate, feel, live?

I die a little

and on the road to find you,

wake up and wake

this crazy dream.

In this thorn that sticks,

of this death as early

this live with no tomorrow,

of this fire and the lava.

This goodbye odd and alone,

of this cross crucified

this nothing more than anything,

of this god or faith without malice.

In this wild crazy

that runs through my entrails,

I no longer fool me

or is it true this outrage.

Oh, if you could wake

of one or the other way!

Oh, if I could could

the world stop spinning!