Paroles de Blindfolded Visionary
Cut my hair with a kitchen knife, hewas 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
blinfolded visionary. I scrape the clouds
of rouge from his face and he's white as
noise.
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 he's white as
noise.
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