[Music & Lyrics: Christopher B.W.]
Tension myriad eyes staring at your tomorrow
access never knew we’re strangled at the endbr> past the further: the descending coils of this paradox
stream the nothingness: despair at the end of a hoping rope…
Standby the sign of me…
some kind of unique form
…another season sliced.
Nail the inches: nail the seems to glorify the acts
your mental sequences: sequenced emotions in a crystal box
you passed the further: descending coils of paradox
strem of fulfilness: despair at the end of a helping rope…
…a blind pain deceiver
in a vectored eye
now we know what we became
…nothing’s left but we
and my naked I
…some kind of unique form