The Singer

Draw me straight into dicordance
 I have been stepping over sight
 No one will speak of forgiveness
 Except the god of all light
 call me the singer
 taken by voices
 in songs you should have known
 screaming the choices
 the mind will watch itself melt
 when given into the plastic gaze
 Stealthy the footprints on my path
 That spiral down the circular trace
 Call me the singer
 Taken by Voices
 In songs you should have known
 Screaming the Choices
 Imaginations covered in skin
 The thick conditions of reality
 falling under the Sapphire sea
 Held down by the weight of agony
 Bathe my faith in floods of red
 Uncovering ponds of inspiration
 I can find myself inside the warmth
 and lose it once again in isolation
 Walk me through the orange blossom trees
 Let me swim in the erotic moments of me
 Call me the Singer
 Taken By voices
 In songs you should have known
 Screaming the Choices
 Call me the Singer
 Taken By voices
 In songs you should have known
 Screaming the Choices