Texty: Katatonia. Deliberation.

Visions come, visions come in a sickroom bed
There's something left to learn
Pass them on, let it show, let the rich meet death
Confront out own concern

See us sleep behind the glass unaware of crime
Will you wake us up before it is time?

The red circle holds the only light
Break down my perspective
And notify everyone when the time is right
My mouth remains inactive

See us sleep behind the glass unaware of crime
Will you wake us up before it is time?

So when you let me in
You let me justify my own reward
You put your hands on me
And I will learn the words I didn't know before

I am ice, I am clear
Let the world be cold, our deliberation
Pass them on, let it show
Let the words come slow, your constant incantation

See us sleep behind the glass unaware of crime
Will you wake us up before it is time?

So when you let me in
You let me justify my own reward
You put your hands on me
And I will learn the words I didn't know before

Repeating cycle of light no more
There's nothing in the air space
There's no one in the air space
Repeating cycle of love no more

See us sleep behind the glass unaware of crime
Will you wake us up before it is time?

So when you let me in
You let me justify my own reward
You put your hands on me
And I will learn the words I didn't know before