Blind Seer (Lyrics)

  bzichett
Sunday, Feb. 17 2019, 12:55:05 PM
Edited: Thursday, Aug. 07 2025, 04:52:23 PM
SongLyrics
 

Yuo see, I’m lost in my dark twisted way,
Daedulus’s maze got my brain in a haze.
Distortion of space and warping of referential state,
Brain expands at an exponential rate.
I catch my heart and this beat skip a blip,
No quick fix for universal conflicts.
Yet im on it; summoning true passion, it comes from inside,
While troubling new fashion rides with the tide,
Endlessly trying to find the time to rewind,
Breathlessly victim to a slowly tightening bind;
One might find,
Electrical spikes resulting poetical plights interfere.
Now consulting blind seer.
Keep clear as he draws near,
Predicting a future filled with fear

And our gazes are caught in the crystal ball
a long look, enthralled, we finally see;
and fail to catch ourselves fall.
a plot undermined, last notch, the last plateau.
I know the future will align as I watch the grapevine grow!
We are overexposed to shows and underexposed to prose.
Perceive a thought through in silence, who knows.
Just keep your noncompliance undisclosed from the masses.
Sit back keep track, on ideas they extract from history classes .
With no knee-jerk reactions,
We are all equally a victim to an ocular affliction,
Predictions are useful as unconstrained gas rarefaction.
Neglect friction, a blatant contradiction
But never was a crime to encroach and climb the high vine
and broach through those unknowingly entwined.
But the clock ticks rhythmically;
As we anciently age, waiting patiently for the savior of mankind.
But he remains in vagrancy,
Leaving no chance to rewind the measures of time.

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Corroding gears, the rusted cogs break free
Escape at the point of apogee
Growing fear, absorb senseless memory
As the blind seer relies on the extrasensory
A lucid grip on reality
Eroding tears, the rain washes way impending catastrophe
As I struggle to refrain
From inventing my own inadequacies


 bzichett - 1 month, 3 weeks ago Open
Blind Seer Lyrics V2

You see, I’m lost in my dark twisted way,
Daedulus’s maze got my brain in a haze.
Distortion of space; warping of referential state,
My brain expands at an exponential rate.
I catch my heart and this beat skip a blip,
No quick fix for universal conflicts.
Yet im on it;
Summoning true passion, it comes from inside,
While troubling new fashion rides with the tide,
Endlessly trying to find the time to rewind,
Breathlessly victim to a slowly tightening bind;
One might find,
Electrical spikes resulting poetical plights interfere.
Now consulting blind seer.
Keep clear as he draws near,
Predicting a future filled with fear

[Chorus]

Corroding gears, the rusted cogs break free
Escape at the point of apogee
Growing fear, absorb senseless memory
As the blind seer relies on the extrasensory
A lucid grip on reality
Eroding tears, the rain washes way impending catastrophe
As I struggle to refrain
From inventing my own inadequacies

[Bridge]

[Verse]
And our gazes are caught in the crystal ball
a long look, enthralled, we finally see;
and fail to catch ourselves fall.
a plot undermined, last notch, the last plateau.
I know the future will align as I watch the grapevine grow!
We are overexposed to shows and underexposed to prose.
Perceive a thought through in silence, who knows.
Just keep your noncompliance undisclosed from the masses.
Sit back - keep track, on ideas they extract from history classes .
With no kneejerk reactions,
We are all equally a victim to an ocular affliction,
Predictions are useful as unconstrained gas rarefaction.
Neglect friction, a blatant contradiction
But never was a crime to encroach and climb the high vine
and broach through those unknowingly entwined.
But the clock ticks rhythmically;
As we anciently age, waiting patiently for the savior of mankind.
But he remains in vagrancy,
Leaving no chance to rewind the measures of time.

[Chorus]
Corroding gears, the rusted cogs break free
Escape at the point of apogee
Growing fear, absorb senseless memory
As the blind seer relies on the extrasensory
A lucid grip on reality
Eroding tears, the rain washes way impending catastrophe
As I struggle to refrain
From inventing my own inadequacies

[Outro]

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 bzichett - 1 month, 1 week ago Open
Blind Seer Lyrics V3

[Intro]

[Verse]

You see, I’m lost in my dark twisted ways,

Day-duh-lus’s maze got my brain in a haze.

Distortion of space; warping of a ref-er-ential state,

My brain expands at an exponential rate.

I catch my heart and this beat skip a blip.

No quick fix;

For universal conflicts.

Yet i’m on it;

Summoning true passion, it comes from inside,

While troubling new fashion rides with the tide,

Endlessly trying to find the time to rewind,

Breadthlessly victim to a slowly tightening bind;

One might unsurprisingly find,

Electrical spikes; resulting poetical plights interfere.

Consulting blind seer.

Keep clear as he draws near,

[Chorus]

Corroding gears,

the rusted cogs break free,

Escape the pull of gravity.

Foreboding fears...

Rely on the sensory,

A lucid grip on reality!

Inverted reality...

[Bridge]

[Verse]

Our gazes are caught in the crystal ball

a long look, enthralled, we finally see;

and fail to catch ourselves fall.

a plot undermined, last notch, the last plateau.

I know the future will align as we watch the grapevine grow!

"Psyche!"

We are overexposed to shows and underexposed to prose.

Perceive a thought through in silence, who knows.

Just keep your noncompliance undisclosed from the masses.

Sit back, keep track, on ideas they extract from history classes.

With no knee-jerk reactions,

We are all equally a victim to an ocular affliction,

Predictions are useful as unconstrained gas rarefaction.

Neglect friction, a blatant contradiction.

But never was a crime to encroach and climb the high vine.

And broach through those unknowingly entwined.

But the clock ticks rithmically;

As we anciently age, waiting patiently for the savior of mankind.

But he remains in vagrancy,

Leaving no chance to rewind the measures of time.

[Chorus]

Corroding gears,

the rusted cogs break free,

Escape the pull of gravity.

Foreboding fears...

Rely on the sensory,

A lucid grip on reality!

The Blind Seer

Foretells a fateful storm,

Of a world that will be torn Through

A loosened grip on reality!

Reality...

Reality....

Inverted reality

[Outro]

Un-reality...

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