Saw it in Braile Come randomly pouring out In a wave of black ice And nighttime and then In a fast moving storm With singalong thunderclouds The soft explosion Of dayfall and then Orange and blue The fire is starting Shimmering through The chemical garden I am not alone Stumbling through The chemical garden Behind these black eyes A story is playing out Atop a cloudy hill The verdict is read On every lip The sound of the feather falls A wave of nighttime's Electrical head Though I refuse to see I'm suddenly shown Cut through the sweetest parts To get to the bone
