There is no time I feel it leaking Seeking I'm seething with confusion I'm sliding through your mind
And you, you try to comprehend Nothing
The mind cage of an animal You swear you saw it And what did you really see? What was it? What of it? I'm looking through the dark His red fingers flutter by His air pushes past over the valleys I hold What was it? What of it?
He sits in static genetically still The sound finds its way in Grabs him by his ears Dragging and screaming through olive glass
What was it?
What of it? I'm looking through the dark His red fingers flutter by His air pushes past over the valleys I hold
Seeing in circles Trace in tracers Wheel and angles Angles within wheels Seeing in circles Trace in tracers Wheel and angles Angles within wheels I found no peace in solitude I found no chaos in catastrophe I found no peace in solitude I found no chaos in catastrophe
It's only their words they speak So speak with your own