Visions From Above

<p>Wings of butterflies Torn apart, left in the pages of a scarlet diary Smoke of burning roses Reminiscence of an untold story</p><p>We are sensing machines Floating like orphan particles Mechanical beauty in infinity Doctrine in music penetrating flesh</p><p>Future comes as a heavy gunshot Neurotic light exploding in my head Time is nailed to the steel dial Mental chaos</p><p>Our mistakes condemn us The oracle unveils the third truth</p>