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



With your own