Byron The Song That Never Was
Waking my inner god
Setting my soul ...
to embrace the hours
travel in time on the sound of the rain
end of an age with the flick of a .....
birth of a world on the whim of a word
and I see myself bleeding
from the wounds I never knew I had
.... my soul in feelings of a ...
leaving behind my real illusion
I am slowly turning sligthly mad
I am trying to find the song that never was
Touching the
squaring the circles right
freezing the nightmares
breaking the speed of light
travel in time on the sound of the rain
end of an age with the flick of a ...
birth of a world on the whim of a word
still I am here stranded on the shores of consciousness
watching ... horizons juxtapose
deep in my sight it builds sensations
..
pounding away the song that never was
