Infinite Shapes (Cynic)

The indivisible, could sick and irreplaceable, loose neck It never satisfies, incomplete The future world enough, nothing to say, don't you worry now Infinite shapes, I cut ten shades of pain Infinite shapes, paper daggers at blame Can't conceive, blades drawn Stuck inside of me, spreading down With nothing silver eyes, crack the edge Our eyes turn to gold, don't live like this I am not worried now Infinite shapes, I'll forget tiny rays Infinite shapes, by turn could not shells and gaze Sit down, be on your own, cry to the eternal holes and I have missed the ball One spark, til you cross the dark Be craft emeralds, become dust filled with dead Infinite shapes, I cut ten shades of pain Infinite shapes, paper daggers at blame Infinite shapes, I'll forget tiny rays Infinite shapes, by turn could not shells and gaze The indivisible, could sick and irreplaceable, loose neck I won't worry now.