The haze of the subconscious
Your mist may blind me, but I see clear
My deepest fear
The maze of the subconscious
Your walls are hiding
The meaning of the bear
The meaning of the bear

I hear heavy breathing through the fog
Distant echoes calling me Hedgehog
I can barely see my own hand
Is it me? Hedgehog?

Shivers lift the spines upon my back
I am on the quest to bring the sack
To the place where lives my only friend
Jar of jam in my sack.

Everything around me is not what it may seem
I'm riding on the shadow across the Lethean stream
With the only beacon - elusive distant scream
To follow

Counting the countless
In the night that smells like gin I found my dream.

Howling to the depth of wishing well
Summons Pscycho Owl from the Hell
So, the inner demon haunting me
Owl... Who'd tell?

Horse of Pale is lurking nearby
I'm obsessed by thoughts, don't know why
Could the horse get chocked in milky mist
Horse of Pale, could die?

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