While our eyes are wide open
There's another insider, watching our back
Maybe one in a million
There's a second path that moves by his side
Growing out of no vision
Surrounding miniature torches incensing the room
Though we thought it was over
Alien spiders keep lighting their web in the sky
Honing down sharp reflections
Can't you hear the void calling us to fly?
Spirals up to oblivion
Through darkened mirrors of mankind
