[Lyric] Venus Flytrap (Brad Roberts and Rob Morsberger)

A place without a name, without a sign
A place without a feeling to assign
Without a future or a memory
Without concealment or discovery

The infinite, the blackness of the sun
Where everything's a nothing or a one
A party where there's no pain to avoid
A body where pleasure can't be enjoyed

The itch he couldn't scratch had struck again
It felt like then was now, and now was then
And when he took the bottle off the shelf
He madе a venus flytrap of himself

A place without a hеaven or a hell
A time without a trace or tale to tell
A space without a scent [unknown]
A universe with no place to align

The itch he couldn't scratch had struck again
It felt like then was now, and now was then
And when he took the bottle off the shelf
He made a venus flytrap of himself
A shrine unvisited, where no gods live
A shrine with nothing to receive or give
A world non-malignant, nor benign
A world without creation or design