Eyes are closed, another episode
The voices in my head started argue and contemplate
Rise from the dead, the past is still creepin' in
Tryna' play it cool, but feeling like a fool
I could see my reflection, unusual sensation
I could see all of my reflection begin to speak
A strange monologue, then it disappear
What an emotion in motion
Dancing in a deep deep sadness of physical absence
Mr. Spock is correct; humans emotion are illogical
It is critical
What a miracle
Mind open wide
What a dream last night
Something caught in my eye
Is it truth or a lie?
We speak the same words, denotation
Came from the same world, now in distant
Hoping for eternal salvation
Lost in transmission
Dancing in a deep deep sadness of physical absence
Mr Spock is correct; humans emotion are illogical
It is critical
What a miracle
What a miracle
I could see all of my reflection begin to speak
A strange monologue, then it disappear
What an emotion in motion
What a miracle
What a miracle