Mother's son, a loaded gun
Afflicted youth , a false alarm
Clever sharks ,an amberjack
Chromatic sins, invisible
Virgin's crown ,holograms
The same old spot ,the same old plan
Concrete blocks and whisky eyes
Prosthetic dreams , utophic prize
Floating streams through barren grounds
Where days unfold , invisible
Invisible
And though we try the effort's not enough
To finally cleanse our hazy vision
And though we try to bet it all on fate
It does not work in spite the intention
Were numbed by ghosts we cannot see nor feel
And yet we kneel to premonitions
and though I try to put it in a song maybe this one ,
Invisible
Spring is coming , its beautiful and it smells of sin
Invisible
And though we try the effort's not enough
To finally cleanse our hazy vision
and though I try to put it in a song maybe this one's
Invisible