I live in a city of blinds
I wake up from life (life)
To fall asleep in light (light)
Can't open my eyes, put a blind light
Blind man walks his blind dog to the left, the right
Just enough to sense the light
Feel the warmth

He's immortal (he's immortal)
Death is surprised (death is surprised)
Messenger speaks through chaos
Final light tunnels, escapism, and water (escapism)
Body milk ancestors, taskmasters, chandeliers
Final light tunnels, escapism, and water
Every quadrant of my cells appeals to the distinction between omens and words
Tornado patterns arе the whole tree in the sеa

Menstrual nightgowns embedded in our skies
Stars of the people who died
But live again in the hole of the river
Cradling mouthpieces, fading creases of subjective tribute

Farming their conscience, framing their thoughts
Upon kindle transmutations of telecommunications
Distractions as enemies
The derangement of your senses (senses, senses, senses)

The messenger speaks through chaos
Through chaos
The messenger speaks through chaos

The blind man ignores the day
He's immortal, death a surprise (la-la-la)
Taking the light and live
Few flowers potted in soil

Messenger speaks through chaos
Stars of the people who died (ah, ah)
(Every quadrant of my cells appeals to the distinction between omens and words) every quadrant of my cells appeals to the distinction between omens and words
Tornado patterns are the whole tree in the sea
Power flowers weaving time shields, playing fields
In continuous pain and pleasure
That's time

Menstrual nightgowns embedded in our skies
Stars of the people who died
But live again in the hole of the river
Broken down men and their crazy minds
Farming their conscience, framing their thoughts
The messenger speaks through chaos

I live in a city of blinds
I wake up from life to fall asleep in light
Can't open my eyes to the blind