My mother roams through leaves
Of white wet galleries of hope and heartache
I am surrounded
By the eyes of hollow men gazing
From their haunted chambers
In the wastelands of ecstasy
Bearing pains the names no one remembers...why
You are in their vision, you are
Idiot reigns where nothing's revealed
My voice in chains, my lips are sealed
A secret place, I shed my tears
A secret place, I shed my tears...why
You are in their vision...you are
In their vision, you are
In their vision
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