I’m cloaked in smoke, but feel no flames folks float around me, but I see no wings no halos or hounds, pitchforks or gates or omnipotent voice that picks course of fate did a life of indecision build a dream scape prison where light isn’t manufactured, but captured inside a prism? in a state between sleep and awake feels closest to hypnosis with an infinite wake then a fog dissipates revealing crimson fields Crept on by a fawn with flaming heels eyes red as stop signs with a mane of quills as I gaze past hills of diamond trees I see a silhouette rest upon golden leaves with the body of a goddess and a face of dreams a half naked Meagan Good in a Pagan hood kissed me on the cheek we didn’t speak, but I understood it wasn’t Heaven that I was seeking, but a haven I sought a canvas of the mind painted with my thoughts
[V2 - KNO]
Everything ain't what it seems I wake up to find I'm inside of a dream this side of a dream See buried deep inside the seams of my screams are beings and other-worldly things rarely seen Might be psychosis or maybe i chose this the night approaches every time the eye closes See a burning bush, feel like I'm Moses Burn so much Kush I feel like Amosis All my images are morgues and moons and every fork in the road moves through Freud and Jung In the darkness no orchard blooms a state so dark sparks from torches consumed It's like I live in a fortress of doom in the forest where the blood pours with force from my wounds My body aches with this labotamy a part of me shakes open my eyes and awakeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
