RareForm
Bluelight Crew
i have laughed at you and still you persist,
the face that in which does not see
is a phantom of a demise
where the fish is dead before
it hits the water;
and life are the cries
knocking on the other side of the door
so there is no reason for (me) to resist
upon this alter
that is she
the heat is getting over on me today
as if my skin could peel back
toward the sun in the moon
where the man lives alone.
he has no eyes
as if beaten in the skull was too soon;
the crumbling of the shack was really home,
and was the voice that (is) in his way -
so now all that he sees are the flies;
decayed teeth in a skeleton gnat.
there is the thought of not knowing who you are
what will come next in the (bleakness)
the abyss that chooses when you die
you don't choose it - it chooses you
you think you know but you know nothing
and that is when you begin to cry!
the sky is no longer blue
it is now white it is now gray it's the distant far;
the eels are mutilating you - the bats are shrieking,
and you are the darkness
the face that in which does not see
is a phantom of a demise
where the fish is dead before
it hits the water;
and life are the cries
knocking on the other side of the door
so there is no reason for (me) to resist
upon this alter
that is she
the heat is getting over on me today
as if my skin could peel back
toward the sun in the moon
where the man lives alone.
he has no eyes
as if beaten in the skull was too soon;
the crumbling of the shack was really home,
and was the voice that (is) in his way -
so now all that he sees are the flies;
decayed teeth in a skeleton gnat.
there is the thought of not knowing who you are
what will come next in the (bleakness)
the abyss that chooses when you die
you don't choose it - it chooses you
you think you know but you know nothing
and that is when you begin to cry!
the sky is no longer blue
it is now white it is now gray it's the distant far;
the eels are mutilating you - the bats are shrieking,
and you are the darkness
