Severed Goddess Hand

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 findNo severed goddess hand

No plaster in my eye

No picture of a lamb

No goddess hand have

II'm a picture of a goddess

Of a planet in the window

Through a tiny hole in the giant curtain

I have watched as it stood undressing

I want more more eyes

I want to see more lies

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