Blindfolded Visionary lyrics

Cut my hair with a kitchen knife, he
Was a blindfolded visionary. Everything
And nothing was going on in his precious
Head, overfed on

Chemicals and conversation
A speeding train without a station
Crashed at my event-horizon
Feeling for the switch to turn his eyes on.

And in the news, they have to say he is a
Blindfolded visionary. I scrape the clouds
Of rouge from his face and he's white as
Noise.