Third track from the psychedelic album, Cosmospine.
I haven't had this dream in years,
This vision is no rejection of inverse intention.
It cannot be described in words, images and meaning are a mirror,
This is a portrait, a portrait of fates.
I know, of a brash apt reprobate.
You may discuss mad events, tortured skies and broken wrists
Throw caution to a restless wind, touch my fingertips with your
Thick warm thighs.
Brittany my child, you haven't changed.
The sweater you've worn, is a shade of grey.
"Il est plus difficile de changer ce qui se trouve a l'exterieur que ce qui se trouve a l'interieur."
Capricorn, a figure of speech.
You break the silence, with perfect teeth.
Brace yourself, there's pride in defeat.
Careful with that brandished blade, you hold in your beat.