Woke from a vision, the plot is still fleeting I carry you with me but I know what I saw Hole in my head is in the shape of a man I swear it was an illusion of the retina Already seen but cannot access my memories With repetition in my temporal lobe Relief is fleeting, I know something is with me Release the pressure, the leviathan flows Soma Cell Soma Ross Nothing saved Double knot If I tie up the loose ends into a forceful mechanical movement Hemisphere intuition Deal with the light if it doesn't enter Where was the grace when I was asking for it? There is an absence in your phosphenetic Fear, full of hate perforates me like a yellow jacket Where was the grace when I was begging? I was asking for it I thought the cut was just a laceration (Laceration) Now I recall that it was visual (Visual) It's just a phrase to induce decapitation Once you taste it and see what I saw There's no turning back Soma Cell Where was the grace when I was asking for it? There is an absence in your phosphenetic Fear, full of hate perforates me like a yellow jacket Where was the grace when I was begging? I was asking for it Woke from a vision, the plot is still fleeting I carry you with me but I know, what I saw Hole in my head is in the shape of a man I swear it was an illusion of the retina