the horizon breaks to pieces and the mainline is the twilight and the giant net has a perfect window passage through has the ticket screaming i want a mind i ll tell you what i find no severed goddess hand no plaster in my eye no picture of a lamb no goddess hand have i i m a picture of a goddess of a planet in the window through a tiny hole in the giant curtain i have watched while it stood undressing i want more eyes i wanna see more lies no severed goddess hand no plaster in my eye no picture of a lamb no goddess hand have i ahh in the silence of the neurons where the pathway has been printed there s a gleaming hope for an understanding timing s gone and there s been no planning two heads one dream two thirds a crowd it seems no severed goddess hand no plaster in my eye no picture of a lamb no goddess hand have i no severed goddess hand no plaster in my eye no picture of a lamb no goddess hand have i1