Woorden: Arsonists Get All The Girls. Portals.

Heaps of frozen ions
Bled dry of timed restraint
No memory to forget
With less eyes to see
I've fallen victim to
A subtle hypocrisy
I thought my word counted
In the mass scheme of things
It's a squandering fate to notice
Time lost
With the knowledge of was
We arm ourselves for then
My frame of reference has been flanked
It's a closed mind setting chains unveiled
Change of pace, rate of change
Time collapsed to gateway
I stood in light of my own eyes
I feel numb, I feel numb
Blasts of colour broken light and dead sound
Two-dimensional lines manifest solid ground
I'll take that step into darkness divine
Pieces of me underlining the bonds of life
This surreal blanket of emotion has masked the truth
Reality sets in for momentary lapse
I'll take that step into darkness divine
Pieces of me underlining the bonds of life
It's a strange sensation
Knowing I've traveled distant
Worlds of space and time
Quasars alike greet with light