(intrumental)
i am the poet, who never wants it.
like a hollow brain bullet, straight through the head i never miss you....


Within the dark communion of self- awareness,
there lies a void called ego

an endless fusion of stillness and chaos,
to bring its death can bring rebirth,


i want to freeze the time,
(dissolve in to gray)
disintegrate the line,

(as we disintergrate-
let the rain come down let the solitude surround)


i want to change the lines,
(dissolve in to gray)
and purify the divide,

(as we disintergrate-
are we ever free or slaves to technology?)


outside the falling walls of pride and prejudice,
there is a voice that speaks in circles,
and the illusions still fall before us,

there is no future so profess your pain.

i want to freeze the time,

(dissolve in to gray)
disintergrate the line
(as we disintergrate-

let the rain come down let the solitude surround)

i want to change the lines,

(dissolve in to gray)
and purify the divide,
(as we disintegrate-

are we ever free or slaves to technology?)

(instrumental)