All about eve - Blindfolded Visionary

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

blinfolded visionary. I scrape the clouds

of rouge from his face and he's white as

noise.