have nothing to say Lift up your sweaty hands Scream all your anger in my face Show what this means to you That there is more than just a shape Let
nothing to say Lift up your sweaty hands Scream all your anger in my face Show what this means to you That there is more than just a shape Let?s
we all float Pennywise in the gutter I'm stealin the boat Let it go to the rhythm my vision is so ghost Vision is so ghost, my vision is so ghost [Repeat
that you are in a studio, a recording studio, With your name on one mat You're in the mic booth, you look around It's one huge empty mic booth You notice
of revolution read the book of revelations holes in the ozone irrated and empty the tremendous speed of the process of evolution when you encounter a cosmic celestial vision
my story, my end I saw my body fading as I read My name on a grave And now my shadow Is a stone Leaving this Time, Empty body without a face, I'm the
Find the thing she's erased Find the line, find the shape Through the grain Find the outline, things will Tell you their name The table. the guitar The empty
truth in their words and lies And beauty appears in sorrow's guise So caught in the moment We ignore the passing of time And mistake the empty for the
thou hold in hate since I gave thee the gift of my heart. My chest is empty, no blood ever flows but I share the vision of my own rebirth. Reveal thy
you let them They'll be dodging more than quiddles when the bowel breaks Note the affiction slip clip to your little visions into cloud shapes Oh my
am laying on my back Serpent shapes Moves of your hands The mind is burning Drowned in carnal desires Inflowing pictures Visions of dead world Fancy visions
voices Were calling my name enchantingly Flashes of nightmareous visions A man of god would say I was in hell Suddenly I found myself in a void Empty of matter empty
mind Dreams empty into my life What did I expect to find Dreams are not the same as life More than the world inside my mind Dreams empty into my life
a shadow forms in my mind a vision of a cold forsaken stone shaped as an arc in the grass so calm and left alone it could be who we are a reflection of
solace in this world for a widower to find Slender the shape in night, unbearable the beauty Shining in the silvery light, watching me with wistful eyes Evanescent this vision
pronounced, Its thought has been awaken by the changed vision of all things. Oh silence, teach the disciple of the ancient wise men, So that every shape
open and your eyes dim In blind faith I would shelter you And keep you in light But I can only teach you Night vision, night vision, night vision
