I used to see the future and now I see nothing they cut out my eyes and sent me home packing to paste around the kitchen for scraps of inspiration crying like Cassandra I used to tell the future but they cut out my tongue and left me doing laundry to think of what I'd done it wasn't me it was the song I used to move into the future bring it all back let it bleed through my fingers treasure in my hands now I creep out when there's no one about cuz they put crosses on the doors to try and keep me out the garden's overgrown and I run in the middle of the road well can you see me I cannot see you everything I thought I knew has fallen out of view and this blindness I'm condemned to oh can you hear me I cannot hear you and every song I thought I knew I've been deafened to and there's no one left to sing to and all the gods have been domesticated and heaven is now overrated and the churches they all close their doors you can take your complaints straight to the Lord I try to still look with wonder on the world as the roses bloom and the royal vines still plainly in view well can you see me I cannot see you everything I thought I knew has fallen out of view and this blindness I'm condemned to oh can you hear me I cannot hear you and every song I thought I knew I've been deafened to and there's no one left to sing to oooooooooo take me back oh drunken gods of assaulted it hath always been your favorite dota well can you see me i cannot see you and everything i thought i knew has fallen out of view and this blindness i'm condemned to and if i run fast enough well could i break apart as empires crumble and cathedrals flatten in my heart