My sanctimony makes me clear And crowded with how I appear Like project star gate I could try To see you from the other side When sound escapes divided Letting it pass by Through the eyes of Isis If moral concept disappeared How would we ever know of fear Delusion of how we appear Bury me I'll state my status here Say project star gate didn't hide I think our vision would intertwine When sound escapes divided Letting it pass by Through the eyes of Isis It's what you have decided Soul returns it's height Just like they described it Say psychic vision went for miles And in return I see myself, without slow burn