Naked Eye

Tension myriad eyes staring at your tomorrow Access never knew we're strangled at the endbr> past the further: the descending coils of this paradox Stream the nothingness: despair at the end of a hoping rope... Standby the sign of me... Some kind of unique form ...another season sliced. Nail the inches: nail the seems to glorify the acts Your mental sequences: sequenced emotions in a crystal box You passed the further: descending coils of paradox Strem of fulfilness: despair at the end of a helping rope... A blind pain deceiver In a vectored eye Now we know what we became Nothing is left but we And my naked I Some kind of unique form