To Think Is To Be

Notes without flavour trouble this mind
Transparent senses hear that which is clear
Feel all the notes connected
Tick tock, tick tock
Tap out of existence
Cycle in the union of body and mind
Those who do not think for themselves
Are doomed to believe anything
Breezy wind hits their heads
Blimp that crumbled, burst to flames
For the purpose of a stage name
Dove with godspeed, perhaps was made of lead
Imagine eternal silence
Ashen streaks across the tired land mass
Tuned the pitch and changed the tone,
Gave it flavour with a twist