Cadillac eyelids
Dear, with your pale blue iris
Sunset illusion, sunrise delusion
Struck a bolt in my bourdoir
I listen to your cherry pie lies
Head punch, and mistakes
I am not more than a shadow in the dark
A surreal gravity spark
I split skulls, and swallow neutrons
Zero clues of where I belong
We have no idea which river streams the right song
Sailed in shangri-la
Imitating pebbles in the lake
Static motion
Flowing upwards to the angry clouds
I'll wash the pain, you'll steal the pouts
Long roads to hell
Will we ever come back?
Are we there by now?
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