Phosphenes

Fall into the land Where worlds were left behind Spawned in from a foolish daze Gone into the sand The seams are all inclined Gone to lather, forth confined Dream Dream Dream Fall into the land Where seeds don't grow in time Water out my foolish gaze Walk to leave behind The dreams that grow with time While the masses compromise Dream Dream Dream These phosphenes They glow in my eyes Theyre conscious In dreams of the night Their walls they break the sky Its true they won't deny Phosphenes We fall into a massless hounding blight While fighting with the lancers in the night We're foraging through a land of compromise While flying out of paper made of kite Strive for whats ensued Falling to a land of make-believe Winding on an everlasting war That finds it hard to fight Hours on Respiting the Signal That sees through ever sights In the worlds collapse You'll find it hard to breath Do imbue As our stems are lapsed You'll want to let this go Though the stars May try again Fall into the land Worlds were left behind Spawned in from a gaze Fall into the land Seeds don't grow in time Water out my daze These false fiends They glow with my eyes They're conscious in dreams of the night Their walls, they break the sky Its true they won't deny Phosphenes