I walk through galleries of mirror photography,
Called to the heavens where no one can hear me,
I've searched the depths between these rips and folds,
To find the currents that feed me what I'm told.
We'll lead the blind and gives them eyes,
We'll clear path to walk on by our side,
Behind the curtain just a shade of me,
A broken promise I will never keep.
I am a shadow that's cast by the setting sun,
I am a spirit of substance, ink and song,
I'll walk a line with hands over my eyes,
Follow the verse that was lost forever ago.
We'll lead the blind and give them eyes,
We'll clear a path to walk on by our side,
The auditorium can't let it go,
There's a story needed to be told.
So much so I know the world's falling in to this black hole,
Collapse in to ourselves, we're as on, can you tell my hands from yours?
We'll lead the blind and give them eyes,
We'll clear a path to walk on by our side,
So raise the fanfare to your enemy,
Our stage is set to end the...
Pull down a wall, rebuild it with paper and spite,
Recycle words, frame them for all to read,
I pray it's time, leave coins for eyes And as I stand treading the edge of the world,
Recite from quotes, to better convey what I mean.
I pray it's time, leave coins for eyes.
We'll lead the blind,
In to this black hole,
And give them eyes.