Vision Songtext
von Whispering Sons

A ghost in woman′s clothes
Painted the scenery with her hopes
Placed stone upon stone
To raise her self-constructed throne
To raise her self-constructed throne
She shimmers down the hall
Through decades of muffled talk
People look up and applaud
The mad words of their brand new god
The mad words of their brand new god
A look so lost
A face so dead
A look so lost
A face so dead
She suddenly turned shapeless
Can't be found in the present
She suddenly turned shapeless
Can′t be found in the present
She crashes into senses
Still cloaked in her absence But feels the burden of ascending
To a nonexistent end
To a nonexistent end
A look so lost
A face so dead
A look so lost
A face so dead
She suddenly turned shapeless
Can't be found in the present
She suddenly turned shapeless
Can't be found in the present
A look so lost, a face so dead
A look so lost, a face so dead
A look so lost, a face so dead
A look so lost, a face so dead
A look so lost, a face so dead
A look so lost, a face so dead
A look so lost, a face so dead
A look so lost, a face so dead