All these whispers left us hearing
Distant swirlings of time lost in dead men’s mirrors
Dirt clumps skull caverns for ritual enjoyment
Listen to music bang of childlike musings
Long hair and tight jeans for shirtless daughters
Grateful corpses tugged by covert puppet masters
Strings plucked from Templars to Houdini to opening Doors
Find yourself lost under this spell
Classic lyre vibes cut into teenage psyche
Headphones vinyl scratch
Alone in the bedroom
Smoke driven paranoia
Tell me how you feel
Tell you how to think

This as how do you when that is then
Twisting thoughts of extended confusion
Watch the screen now
Be happy when the time ends


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