It's kind of heart for heartless Epiphany for hopeless Colors for the blind man It's something you can't get, 'cause common sense has restricted access To be moved by this dance. Green dolphins under skin, in Benzedrine rivers swim, Gasoline pupils stream Acid-purple dreams. Compression of mind - released, And now I feel the planet's spin. Green dolphins under my skin swim
All body invaders Make creatures meet makers But true art, needs coma, Bile of puddle on spacement's floor. where I'll be your prophet, I'll be your witchcraft's architect.
My primal loudly shout from the cave my thoughts Once my voice blink and warp Within your head and stack I'll destroy myself you to hit the wave
All body invaders Make creatures meet makers But true art, needs coma, Bile of puddle on spacement's floor. where I'll be your prophet, I'll be your witchcraft's architect.