I'm sliced in silence, far
Crawling mind at war
Sending flashes on my lens when I'm fine
None of that will break my kind
This mind's an island, warm
Where all file lands hard
Trying to see but I got some spines inside
No truth ever crossing lines
The lightning bolts at night
Under eyelids, wild
Hitting things around like getting blind
None of that will break my mind
To stop the constant doubt
Take the conscience out
I've been trying to fly there for a while
None of that's a waste of time
None of that's a waste of time
I've got, at least, a purpose, bright
Whatever the mentioned price
It's taking more time that I can give;
Mistaking lines when I believe I'm right
Right
It's raising the levels of dark seas
Blessed be the cure or I won't see lights
Shine
It's taking more time that I can give
Mistaking lines when I believe I'm right
