I can't see you
My visions gone but I can fly
One step ahead and leave it all behind
One step ahead from where I am
A little clam in a little shell inside
From common sense of human cold
From breeding mold and feeding lunacy
Where high is high on digging gold
I run away from being sold to me
My mind glued to the ceiling
Searching sense on an empty floor
My body glued to the feeling
Holding on behind the door
Don't make me stay
Raise your sails in the wind and pray
I can't see you
The light is out but I can feel
I feel the snow that someone wrote my name on
I feel the trenches on my skin
The raven song I hear is still the same one
My mind glued to the ceiling
Searching sense on an empty floor
My body glued to the feeling
Holding on behind the door
My tongue glued to the palate
Hopes the wisdom is on the way
My will mixed in a salad
Soaking in day after day
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