This song is based on withholding ones true emotions and the end result when they finaly burst free.
Lyrics
nothing should live inside my head
it should be a temporary abode
before it hastens onto the next empty skull
or plush, gray womb
and I'm chanting
the mystical properties of the mind
and the mutable essence of time
faint reveries of isolated events
and I'm chanting
in a night of the body lowered to absolute-zero terror
the mystical properties of the mind...
mind forced to kick into hyper drive
and the mutable essence of time
strange beings
dagger-shooting eye saviors
and I'm chanting
converse in casulness
oblivious or else calmly plotting my demise
the mystical properties of the mind
the great rite ending in the sacrifice of a vacant, ebbed mind
MOVE SPEAK hold onto something of substance
and the mutable essence of time
But I discovered that conversation proceed in cycles
And if you fail to jump-in
The pressure will build anew
This time your lips faintly form a who
And that you can't merge tow realities
With dissjointed, forced jottings
Performed in ritualistic, cautious slowness
to stay yourself from that thing
that tumbled once out of breech position
To look you square in the eye
