i can see through the veil seeing all i need see nothing is hidden here deep into the woods casting letters that speak of all is all is naught no one but me knows of this place sanctuary where i construct where i construct dream dream while there is no strife anguish pulls no weight one can see and the other is blind through the same pair of eyes we have lost sight of the night side of the self hunted by the fear of reunion night sight is bliss for he who dares look into a world where you embrace the opposite where you are whole there is no lasting joy in numbness and dogma too much is too little in knowledge driven by mystery we have lost sight of the night side of the self hunted by the fear of reunion night sight is bliss for he who dares look into a world where you embrace the opposite where you are whole