Residing in complex illusion Their burning tongues, bleeding us dry Presiding bodies complete distractions Colluding spines deceiving the mind Electric wounds in the eye They have a taste for the blind Endless, dreaming of night Oh to return to that plane To touch eternity once again, I would lose my sight Drag me below the line of light Trillions of points connect inside What is beyond the seam? Collect in circles within the green With no instruction conceive perfection The glass in two, the rest in nine Electric wounds in the eye They have a taste for the blind Endless dreaming... Without sleeping, they can't fold my image in twain Without dreaming, they can't say my name Oh to return to that plane To touch eternity once again, I would lose my sight Drag me below the line of light Trillions of points connect inside Electric wounds in the eye They have a taste for the blind Endless dreaming...