Atrium

In a loner coma dream, a conjuring decides Is it ill-intended or a twisted paradise? Dear anaconda With the spirals of the wind Hold me forever Like an ornamental crime In a loner coma dream, a conjuring decides Between a comic tapered knife Dear anaconda With the spirals of the wind Hold me forever Like an ornamental crime Dear anaconda With the spirals of the wind Hold me forever Like an ornamental crime Dear anaconda We're just shapes amongst the tide