Gifted Children Trance Called Superstition
You're in a trance called superstitionCollecting and
believing the voices from the past created by lesser men,
never forgetting their names
Every blinking eyelid holds a dream.
I know that you can see shadows
but this time I think you're mistaken
And when the night has gone badly
and headlights are screaming at me
I have one more question for you -
What is it you think you see?
I have one more question for you -
What is it you think you see?
