Can you see the storm getting closer now?   Tell me how it feels being out there      A moment's glimpse of his vignette   As he shone a light on the falling wall   Instant pictures form shattered persons   Whenever he leaves there's a tainted mark   Flashbacks of his stark sleep filter out through smoke   Revoking from the past things less provoked   Any which day, there is no relief   Adhesive words, spoken silently   The shattered man      Can you see the storm getting closer now?   Tell me how it feels being out there   I want to stay with you, and I see it clear now   You are giving me no choice   Let the rain pour down      He's holding for the moment of the fall   Stolen knowledge by minds unformed   Regulate the demolition of annexe for the differing thoughts   Discarded sparks left years ago   Evoked a language much more austere   Reverberating with figments   He left a trace of translucence      Shattered man   There's a shattered man in a shattered land