Crystal view

When i forget to move.  Feelin' skin like lightnin'
Got no more to prove.  Silence beats the fightin'

Got me a crystal view
Lookin at somethin new-
It's harder to stay in tune-- when
the skyscrapers block the moon--

the time goes. the myme speaks. noone believes
The sky bleeds. The world needs.  The truth keeps a secret key.
But you say..
"what does it matter?"
"Can't you move faster?"
"Why do you wonder?"
"'Cause it's what i'm after.."

Feel in color dreams.
Senses changing frequency.
And i can touch the air, cause it used to be my shadow...

Got me a crystal view--
Lookin' at somethin' new---
It's harder to stay in tune-- when
The skyscrapers block the moon--

The meme grows. The high lows. The valley peaks.
The sky bleeds. The world needs.  The truth keeps the dogs asleep.
But you say...
"What do you matter?"
"Can't you move faster?"
"WHy do we wonder?"
"Cause it's what we're after"

Haunted by a secret, for all time.
Hell n' heaven intertwined.
I don't know if i can make it, through the veil.
Have to leave this skin behind.

And i feel much clearer when the rain comes down.
not longer after, comes the dawn.

Here it comes.
Here it comes.
Here it comes.  The dawn.

Break the spell.  Pierce the veil with speed.
My coccoon, falling to the earth as clouds recede.
Signals call.  "e.t phoning home". feeling small.
No skyscrapers dare to block the moon...

(i'm on...)  Starry night and sattelites.
Not so tall.  Ghostly ball of kryptonite.
Spins the wheel- Something i could always feel.
Strike the bell.  End transmission end transmission now.

statues cold.  Shadow sillouettes.  Darkness looms.
Casting people made of plasma beams.
See it not, as if they forgot, how to feel.
Imperceivable to naked eyes...

2-d.  Fourth dimension pleading on.
"Follow me..." Masses plugged into t.v
Break the spell. Freefall speed and closing in.
Ring the bell.  End transmission end transmission now.

comes the dawn.
Sheds the night.
comes the night.
Incandescant sight.
Fields of pulsar light.
Can't be seen w'thout the night...

when the endoskeleton of reality shatters,
leaving the threads of time naked and exposed.
We'll ask ourselves where forth came matter,
and is this just a dream that we all chose....