Inkjet Lakes

Bed-rest kittens, womb of opiates, Biba dresses, blinking morning sunshine. Can I get an idea? Tell me what did I do? Tell me what did I say? Tell me what did I prove? Time's a frivolous display, both a healer and a bane, I'm in a prism of refractions and burning gamma rays. Are you mourning for an era, When your blood sang and your hear trilled? Are you wading a nightmare scape, Over valleys through inkjet lakes? Bed-rest kittens, womb of opiates, Biba dresses, blinking morning sunshine. Can I get an idea? Tell me what did I do? Tell me what did I say? Tell me what did I prove? Time's a frivolous display. Time is a presidential waste. I'm in a prism of refractions and burning gamma rays. Time's a frivolous display, both a healer and a bane, I'm in a prism of refractions and burning gamma rays. Are you mourning for an era, When your blood sang and your hear trilled? Are you wading a nightmare scape, Over valleys through inkjet lakes?