Periphery Remain Indoors
Beauty is but a visual in fantasy
Mistakes are only real when you slip out of it
Beauty is but a visual in fantasy
Mistakes are only real when you become the mess
Fall back on the cloud, man when there's nothing new left to do
And there's not a single though in the cross-hairs of your mind
Stop shouting from a mountain
Maybe sing a tune from within you
We've gotta move to the meadows from the mire
This is a view from outer tunnel-vision
I'm holding position
This is a view from outer tunnel-vision
Now let go of your senses and let go of your time
We already know the message is gold
Can't we lighten the stride?
No reflection shows the dark on our side
We already know the message is gold
Can't we lighten the stride?
Beauty is but a visual in fantasy
Mistakes are only real when you slip out of it
Beauty is but a visual in fantasy
Mistakes are only real when you become the mess
Let go of your senses and let go of your time
We already know that the message is gold
So let's lighten the stride
No reflection shows the dark on our side
We already know the f..cking message is gold
So let's lighten the stride
“This is a view from outer tunnel-vision— Periphery
