Tectonic rising indecision
Platonic turning in the mirror
The night is holier than crystals
Hold on to vibrant candy missiles
Walk through the open then closed door
The jester asks you for some more
Go fourth and backwards through the dawn
That coming darkness will set score
No time to wallow in the Mire
My aching heart will soon expire
And fall into, the deepest shaft in my subconscious mine
No time to wallow in the Mire
My aching heart will soon expire
And fall into, the deepest shaft in my sub conscious mine
Tectonic rising indecision
Platonic turning in the mirror
The night is holier than crystals
Hold on to vibrant candy missiles
Walk through the open then closed door
The jester asks you for some more
Go fourth and backwards through the dawn
That coming darkness will set score
No time to wallow in the Mire
My aching heart will soon expire
And fall into, the deepest shaft in my subconscious mine