Diable BlancBright lights, gambling nights Drugged heights, sinned delights Red chips and green slips Rich suits and wild tripsDiable Blanc
White rabbits watch the sky Swimming birds up they fly Guests are lookin’ for their fix The street magician is doin’ his tricks
The market’s open and the streets are crowded The police are drunk, their car impounded Pearl powders find their way to you Your mind ceases to see true
The world warps, bends and turns The lights, on your eyes they burn You run there and back with wild glee Then you excitedly follow me &
Love's GraceLove falls from its divine grace, It spirals into a cold, blind disgrace. A silver tear falls from the skies, Downwards to the heart it flies.Love's Grace
With an impact that stuns the soul, And tears through it a twisted hole. Emotions become uncontrollable. The world ends, becomes intolerable.
Love always creates hate, The most underestimated emotion, One that can heal, destroy and create. Like a dark and mysterious potion
For months the hate corrupts, Heart and soul it disrupts. Eventually you will heal, But never will the wounds seal &
Breaking RealityI had this idea for a movie once. Five friends drive into the desert to experience freedom and anarchy away from the oppressive rule of their society. We decided to create it and watch it when we were older. We would have to go into the desert to film it so naturally the five of us took along drugs and alcohol for the ride. They were props in our little movie. A movie nobody but us would ever watch, a reminder of what happens when you break through reality and try to escape this world. Society has such a powerful grasp on humanity; it has woven the very ideals and logic that swims through our heads. It has made things that were once sacred wrBreaking Reality
Acid GrooveElectric sounds of light psychedelic delight The acid groove the people moveAcid Groove
The musics gold trapped in it's hold it's got soulful grace and a hidden face
The heart rythms the mind expands Eyes that lie Punks that die
Come take a trip with us come fly the magic bus unlock your mind with us come an' satisfy your lust
We'll visit venice at dusk an' fly to Saturns moon all to our psychedelic tune
Let's dance in the desert We'll drink pharohs wine there is no rush there's plenty of
from the sidelinesOver dusty shoulders I seefrom the sidelines
a world I'll never win, and I should be anywhere.. Anywhere but here..
Dirty chalk clouds slur through a city sky until they drop off the stale earth,
and this is my story, and I shall follow them, and I shall fall. Harsh and ugly.
We lived life like we were the only ones not broken.
Your heart was the fist matching my bruises,
we were misplaced children, collapsed from our worlds
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Atrophy RealityVirtual Reality Through Three dimensional glasses Virtual Democracy Through Different social classesAtrophy Reality
Realistic Theory In Two practical preferences Realistic Reverie
In Two worlds, different references
Established Philosophy
Through one Era of New-Age crafts Established Catastrophe Through one of many ancient drafts
Atrophy, Reality Undefined, a mystery Atrophy, Philosophy Undefined, compulsory The weakest link is history
Common TuneAm I foreign to this country Not known to holy ground The trees and roads seem strange And blank walls all aroundCommon Tune
Background dark, ‘tis nightly black Streetlights built to guide me blind The end; an unknown tunnel Heaven, hell, what will I find
Pax? Regina Pacis?
My queen? Again? Dominus?
Yet it all seems clear to me The paths my dreams have shown Frigid highlands and rugged coastlines Steep cliffs, a deeper valley grown
A landscape how odd it seems Closer, closer to the ground Strange, foreign alike my drea
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