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 eventhorizon Feeling for the switch to turn his eyes on And in the news, they have to say he is a Blinfolded visionary. I scrape the clouds Of rouge from his face and hes white as Noise
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