Windows open wide straight to the soul
I'm keeping my eyes closed to see the show
Images of Aztec-icon snow
No more
Pictures inside the dancing flames of the mind
Deaf departures through corridors of the dying
Just to see the day, my soul has flown away
Floating inside the colours of my heart
Dreaming in a voice so far unknown
Anonymous and monotone and cold
Visions of a temple made of gold
Unsolved
Pictures, drawn by the raving lunatics
Entheogenic presents fixed by the kids
Just to zone away, my eyes have turned to clay
Staring into the void of coloured hearts