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