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