Voices

This cellular structure is moving in time
Atoms emerge and then they intertwine
All knowledge is gone and the surface is scarred
This triangular shape is obtuse and ajar

Cut off the lights and the circle's been read
Creating a map of the noise in your head
Other minds are locked in this place, it is said
So keep your eyes fixed on this place in your head

Triangular voices, then crash to the floor
Triangular voices, then crash to the floor
Triangular voices, then crash to the floor
Triangular voices, then crash to the floor

Geometry tastes like a pineapple skin
Its flesh feels like ice from the depths of within
It chooses the shapes that it tries to ignore

Triangular voices, then crash to the floor
Triangular voices, then crash to the floor
Triangular voices, then crash to the floor