I Appear Disappear
Thomas Giles Rogers
You came into my twisted view, and questioned all we made
Where are we going? I will become the God
Attached as one, your form I make
A focus trimmed to it, a crippled vendetta, the hour mark is soon
To cut the skin which wraps our thoughts
We pull it back down to where we started, I want to be one
I'm insane but I'm not enough
I'm insane but it's not enough
Where are we going? I thought I was gone
A twisted hand will make you empty out
Eyes slide back to let the soul dance in the fire
The fog drifts over us and our sights are filled with the shade of the moon
Where are we going? I thought we were gone