@migu music@

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

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

Blindfolded visionary, I scrape the clouds of rouge

From his face and he's white as noise