Cynic - Infinite shapes

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.