Feed micro-machines from the data-mining of your dreams. We got ‘em.
Spectrum serpentine devour as they scour for impurity, security.

Tall tails sensationally misperceived by citizens who run the land of make believe.
All planned by confectioner’s hands.
Stories of consciousness amiss and floating.
Going down the stream cause life is but a dream.
Designed in the alchemist mind.

Catatonic waves broadcasting the news beyond the grave. Rock bottom.
Satellites align to take apart the sky and put it back inside your eye, divided.

Tall tails sensationally misperceived by citizens who run the land of make believe.
All planned by confectioner’s hands.
Stories of consciousness amiss and floating.
Going down the stream cause life is but a dream.
Designed in the alchemist mind.

Post-magnetic rays teleport the maze that’s all a blaze. We got ‘em.
Pre-schematic wall falls just like a mystery.
A history of misery and languishing and dying. Laughing at the crying.

Tall tails sensationally misperceived by citizens who run the land of make believe.
Designed by the mentally blind.
Stories of consciousness amiss and floating.
Going down the stream cause life is but a dream.
All planned by the architects hand.

Spinning the yarn into a tapestry of fabrications and divine interpretations.

All that’s invented by the past as we race toward a moment that is bound to be our last.
All planned by confectioner’s hands.
We are the instruments that play themselves, each one a composite of our originals.

Gone all at once.


Lyrics submitted by XLoveEpiphanyX

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