It's happening again
This distorting and contorting
As the mirror taunts with it's own
seemingly conscious perspective
Floating in a glass sea
Devoid of space and reason
Can you hear me? Can you feel me?
I want this clawing
I want this screaming
I want to wake you up
Watching bones break and bend
A ghost, past or present
The only future is beyond this place
When everything repeats
Circles and cycles
And cycles and circles
Rotating wheels on spiderweb spindles
Spins unconscious webs of neural-connections
While blinding the eyes from construct erections
Can you hear me? Can you feel me?
I want this clawing
I want this screaming
I want to wake you up
Up through the ceiling
The attic overflows with rotting fruit
Half eaten skeletons, dancing in time to the flute
Past the chained beasts and up through the roof
Past the chained beasts and up through the roof
Past the chained beasts and up through the roof
Past the chained beasts and up through the roof…
Lyricification
Catchy tune and neat poetics - this works if the orchestration is neat too. Could not stop reading this song's words. Encore ~Lady A~