Lyrics
There is no time
I feel it leaking, seeking
I'm seething with confusion
I'm sliding through your minds
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 a hall of 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
Singing circles, tracer tracers
Wheel of angles, angles within wheels
Singing circles, tracer tracers
Wheel of 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
