(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