Blindfolded Visionary

Cut my hair with a kitchen knife
He was a blindfolded visionary
Everything and nothing was going on
In his precious head
Overfed on

Chemicals and conversation
A speeding train without a station
Crashed at my event horizon
Feeling for the switch
To turn his eyes on

And in the news they have to say
He is a blindfolded visionary
I scrape the clouds of rouge from his face
And he's white as noise

Chemicals and conversation
A speeding train without a station
Crashed at my event horizon
Feeling for the switch
To turn his eyes on

Oh chemicals and conversation
A speeding train without a station
Crashed at my event horizon
Feeling for the switch
To turn his eyes on
To turn his eyes on
To turn his eyes on
To turn his eyes
To turn his eyes
To turn his eyes