Colour snakes sew my eyes shut inhaling the thick plastic fog spectrum of lights strips my body and reality fades away riding, down a silk road tripping, i have found hope fact has been torn asunder awake I find myself a realm above me holy thunder an existence with us at the helm distant figure tilts her head healing, reaching, for my limbs sink lower into the ground clutching vibrations that give me wings charred eyes and crystal fire black glass a perfect smoking sand one breath will get you higher an ultimate preview to the end Nod out across all planes throw this oppressive life away nothing the body gains smoke towards another day