visitors about this plan, i'm not so sure; it's better than what came before a defter hand, a cleaner cure; a bigger band, a shorter tour shadows cast from searching lights; the day has hatched the screaming night future's past, a novel sight; it happens fast, you thought it might

visitors, we're just visitors inquisitor, of the western shore visitors, we're just visitors and allegor-ies, you're such a bore

to understand a foreign plight, one might abandon appetites of foreign lands and moral fights, of coercion and traffic lights a bitter fear is bleeding it's, the atmosphere it's giving in it's sorrow dear, it's cold and dim, the hollow here is fitting then

about this plan, i'm not so sure it's better than what came before a waving hand, a proxy cure; the shifting sand, a shallow roar shadows fast approaching now; the present's past the end's been found in sallow faces, haunting grounds; the carriers of sight and sound