The Singer

Draw me straight into discordance

I have been stepping over sight

No one will speak of forgiveness

Except the god of all the light

Call me the singer

Taken by voices

In songs you should have known

Screaming the choices

The mind will watch itself melt

When given into the plastic gaze

Steady the footprints on my path

That spiral down that circular trace

Call me the singer

Taken by voices

In songs you should have known

Screaming the choices

Imaginations covered in skin

The thick conditions of reality

Falling under the sapphire sea

Held down by the weight of agony

[Guitar Solo: Gregg Rossetti / Rich]

Bathe my faith in floods of red

Uncovering ponds of inspiration

I can find myself inside the warmth

And lose it once again in isolation

Walk me through the blossom trees

Let me swim in the erotic moments of me

Call me the singer

Taken by voices

In songs you should have known

Screaming the choices