Из альбома: M. Bison
I'm timin' diamonds in my face what have you done where do you stop
A frightning action of my limbs become so heavy and so slow
A crystal labyrinth that curves into the sky
You wander corridors that's coursing through your mind
It's a never ending field a dream of shape and sound and song
And it's feeling like a sequence that's gone on for much too long
Oh, paper tiger burning bright beneath the curtains of my skin
you claw my eyes you tear my throat you make a cheshire of my grin
The most mundane of things become the most absurd
you watch the stagehands rearrange the furniture
It's a never ending field a dream of shape and sound and song
And it's feeling like a sequence that's gone on for much too long
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