What kind of trip are you on
Sitting as still as a stone
By the small dividing wall
Of all thoughts shut down
Truth is your sweet desire
Lost over a stream of tongues
Follower-power-generated dreams
Seizing this world from under the skin
A heart beats from inside the grid
Black and serene and lost to the sea
The constant flow from the stream
Of the river wild
Captivated my empty eye
Pushed my doors open wide
Left no room to fantasize
Bodies warm but trapped in ice
Follower-power-generated dreams
Seizing this world from under the skin
A heart beats from inside the grid
Black and serene and lost to the sea
Actors of the world's collapse
Thieves and jokers alike
Looking deep in your eyes
Fiction has come alive
Another story made complete
