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
Blindfolded visionary, I scrape the clouds of rouge
From his face and he's white as noise