The Machine In The Garden - Final Form lyrics

Final FormWhere sky greets fire And time clings to the mind Self illusions flickering images Shadows of pantomime Gestures of a forgotten age Creation from wisdom failed Reflections draw near Grasping at the formless Dreams speak gibberish Thoughts stutter and slur Mind rambles on aimlessly Drifting by desire Depth of binding nightmare Lifted from time and space A fragile attempt Night circles and falls inside Burning in the eyes Placidity encloses Into final form