i see patterns in the wind and in the sand
i see the stars, i read the clouds, i understand
Killing Joke
then the madness overwhelmed (i lost control)
it was cut out for each stain upon my soul
all who died (and everything is alive)
communion
and the house i'd never seen still looked the same
then i found all my possessions by the fire
the physical world fell into place i had all i desired
the mind begins to doubt what the heart already knows
reason gives into rhyme, mind begins to blow
reoccurring people numbers faces
and i abandon all my need for explanation