Fear in Motion
There is no time
I feel it leaking
Seeking
I'm seething with confusion
I'm sliding through
Your mind
And you, you try to comprehend
Nothing
The mind cage of an animal
You swear
You saw it
And what did you really see?
What was
It?
What of it?
I'm looking through the dark
His red fingers flutter by
His air pushes past over the
Valleys I hold
What was it?
What of it?
He
Sits in static
Genetically still
The sound finds its
Way in
Grabs him by his ears
Dragging and screaming
Through olive glass
What was it?
What of it?
I'm looking through the dark
His red fingers flutter
By
His air pushes past over the valleys I hold
Seeing in circles
Trace in tracers
Wheel and
Angles
Angles within wheels
Seeing in circles
Trace in tracers
Wheel and angles
Angles within
Wheels
I found no peace in solitude
I found no chaos
In catastrophe
I found no peace in solitude
I found no
Chaos in catastrophe
It's only their words they
Speak
So speak with your own
With your own
