(Yesterday)
Coma's eyes opened for a few brief moments
Doctors pat backs while she's trapped in time frozen
Her case wasn't closed but the constant exposure
To an-e-sthet-ics, numb the families for closure
...In a dis-a-ssociative state (its like)
Back to the blackboard and wipe off the slate
Lacking attachment and blackened at core
Gasping subconsciously washed on the shores...
(Washed on the shore...
Washed on the shore...)
I'm the architect here and I'll build you
A Tower like Babel ask god if its still true
Flowers speak silence and violently k**s blue
So swallow the science cuz that's what these pills do
(Today)
Coma's eyes opened for the first time in ages
Surrounded by mathematic landscapes and mazes
"Why did you come here?" Is scrawled 'cross the pages
Mnemonic and cellular memory in stages
This vision will manifest... K-Hole ocular...
Back peddle hands on the clocks that are stalking her
Walk through distortion on sands that are spotless where
Locked into mirrors on rocks with a constant stare...
But time means nothing to the mind when rewinding
Through surrealistic vines that are strangling eternity...
Nine left another one behind when the journey was designed
Four divine immortals blindly bordering uncertainty...
Absurdity's the language of the pain and the anguish
She's dancing in the rain and there's a beauty in her strangeness
She's enchanting as the flames embracing innocence ablaze
Watch the fire in her eyes replacing vacancy and stasis
I'm the architect here and I'll build you
The apple of Eden ask god if its still true
Where sirens sing silence and it violently fills you
So hollow inside because that's what these pills do