...like a deep sea dna archive cellular memories buried alive...
...but the feeling's there, If you provide the words. These empty notes of this old song, can now become a verse.
Her vision is peripheral She has holographic site The truth is hiding in the dark But She's holding a light She flows with the fireflies And illuminates the night
Skeleton keys, lucid dreams, visions of you moving in and out of scenes. Perpetual wonder, “What the fuck does it mean?”. An REM cocktail mixed with an apocalyptic theme.