My breath is echoing,
And my sentiment is resuscitating.
I feel vivid reverberations feeding my dying bleak surrealism.
They're coming from my reflecting sub-consciousness.
Stand in your clique, I’ll reside in mine,
But I'm the bottom line of a downward spiral.
I'm crimson, reverie and viral.
Hunt your game, I’ll get it on with mine.
We're both a stimulating pattern,
Wavering simultaneously.
All the peeling and burning is pleasing me.
Turmoil is around the corner,
Conflict comes from the Earth.
Nothing makes sense anymore;
Death is birth,
Love is hate,
S*x is rape.
Even though we're shattered,
We're still a pattern.
I'll honor Earth, you bow down to Saturn.
Yet we're still a pattern.
I sing this to my reflection, to myself.
In my mind, while my conscience shrieks for help.
It is gulled and trapped, it will rot.
I'm everything you're not.
My breath is echoing,
And my sentiment is resuscitating.
I feel vivid reverberations feeding my dying bleak surrealism.
They're coming from my reflecting sub-consciousness.
Stand in your clique, I’ll reside in mine,
But I'm the bottom line of a downward spiral.
I'm crimson, reverie and viral.
Hunt your game, I’ll get it on with mine.
We're both a stimulating pattern,
Wavering simultaneously.
All the peeling and burning is pleasing me.
Turmoil is around the corner,
Conflict comes from the Earth.
Nothing makes sense anymore;
Death is birth,
Love is hate, S*x is rape.
Even though we're shattered,
We're still a pattern.
I'll honor Earth, you bow down to Saturn.
Yet we're still a pattern.
I sing this to my reflection, to myself.
In my mind, while my conscience shrieks for help.
It is gulled and trapped, it will rot.
I'm everything you're not.
