Datura, Datura Datura daze. The dreaming dissolving Our lifelines in fate.
Datura, Datura Datura daze. Let your devils claw through To scrape clean these veins.
Datura, Datura I die not afraid With no clue Where we're going But we all leave the same.
May the starlight pin bright spindles through The open wound's softest parts. Make words burn Along the tongue. Missed the turn, Now it's wrong.
But the sound of time's passage still remains Washed up in broken shells Until the pages are ripped out Through our forced open mouths, Until our ashes settle on the ground.
Come unwound, Blooming.
In hallowed ground The seeds settle down. In hallowed ground So please settle down.
For Ian Creath and Drew Wallace Continued dosing Of one sacred root Until I'm through Coughing up and learning From their ghosts.