Vision

A ghost in woman's clothes Painted the scenery with her hopes Placed stone upon stone To raise her self-constructed throne To raise her self-constructed throne She shimmers down the hall Through decades of muffled talk People look up and applaud The mad words of their brand new god The mad words of their brand new god A look so lost A face so dead A look so lost A face so dead She suddenly turned shapeless Can't be found in the present She suddenly turned shapeless Can't be found in the present She crashes into senses Still cloaked in her absence But feels the burden of ascending To a nonexistent end To a nonexistent end A look so lost A face so dead A look so lost A face so dead She suddenly turned shapeless Can't be found in the present She suddenly turned shapeless Can't be found in the present A look so lost, a face so dead A look so lost, a face so dead A look so lost, a face so dead A look so lost, a face so dead A look so lost, a face so dead A look so lost, a face so dead A look so lost, a face so dead A look so lost, a face so dead