Four Minutes

Locked up from the inside
It won’t be here for long
No one can close the doors in
What will soon be bone

No one can come before it
No one at all
The strings that tied the end in
Let it in, you’ll see it when it comes around

The vision bends around you
There’s no vision at all
Looks like some grim smoke
That’s all I need to know

No one can come before it
No one at all
The strings that tied the end in
Let it in, you’ll see it when it comes around

No vision on the inside
No vision at all