Naked Eye

Tension myriad eyes staring at your tomorrow
Access never knew we're strangled at the endbr> past the further: the descending coils of this paradox
Stream the nothingness: despair at the end of a hoping rope...

Standby the sign of me...
Some kind of unique form
...another season sliced.

Nail the inches: nail the seems to glorify the acts
Your mental sequences: sequenced emotions in a crystal box
You passed the further: descending coils of paradox
Strem of fulfilness: despair at the end of a helping rope...

...a blind pain deceiver
In a vectored eye
Now we know what we became
...nothing's left but we
And my naked i

...some kind of unique form