Blindfolded Visionary

Cut my hair with a kitchen knife
He was a blindfolded visionary
Everything and nothing was going on
In his precious head, overfed on

Chemicals and conversation
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

Chemicals and conversation
Speeding train without a station
Crashed at my event-horizon
Feeling for the switch to turn his eyes on

Chemicals and conversation
Speeding train without a station
Crashed at my event-horizon
Feeling for the switch to turn his eyes on
To turn his eyes on
To turn his eyes on
To turn his eyes
To turn his eyes
To turn them on