Don't talk to me of psychic abilities, YOU CAN'T SEE MY FUTURE WHILE YOU HIDE

Nothing ever stays, the way that you want, its falling apart

I doubt I've lost my way
A focal point to project these words
Silence gone insane... spiritual defect
My system rejects your emotional display
Nothing stays the same
Don't talk to me of psychic abilities... YOU CAN'T SEE MY FUTURE WHILE YOU HIDE

Until the skies so bright, it's frightening me, to open up my eyes
Until the skies are true, what does it matter to you... everything that you can see?
Extra-sensory, in your perception of me