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letra de dreamery - lt headtrip

this kinda feelin’ like sleep paralysis in a realm unreached by the hourglass
ssshhh… it’s kinda freein’ bein’ powerless
dreams so sweet imma need dialysis

i could breath the water. inhale the seas and speak the salt back
one, two, three, four sheep to the slaughter
f-ck the flock. leave the dog pack

luminescent. i’m lucid here
truth’s a question. the ruse is clear
aloof but present, doomed but eager
you can take my ego as a souvenir

seduced by fears into languor. anchored to the lunar sphere
i think i’m losin’ years
skin talks, “you were never truly here.”

this is not my hallucination. this not my beautiful poem
i am just an intruder, an alien. who meandered into a funeral home
the crowd, uncanny. the the tomb enclosed
i found my family, confused, reposed
they looked right past me, through my skull
of course, it was my tomb all along

i can’t leave here but i don’t mind the scenery
i can’t see clear but i don’t really need to see
confined inside a dreamery
willfully resigned to this dreamery
this an epilogue. a driftwood home in a gentle squall
the edges lost. no evident direction in this endless fog
i’m stretched across the breadth of my inventor’s tepid yawn
a vessel drawn into a tempting maw. flesh and bone. why wrestle gods?

senseless in a ramshackle shelter. swimmin’ in the mist of the swell
the tempest ripped my craft from its progression and left me as a splintered self in this distant realm
gripping a helm no longer steering. calmed by delirium
sequestered in this exquisite cell
can’t lift my head. don’t lift that spell

if i live to tell, it’s a myth at best. if i give in now i could miss my chance
the whispers know. they listen back. the blisters form and wince and foam and crack
peel it back. hail the new flesh. seal the maps. bury the true exits
steal a dance with a lavish devil in the pale moon’s essence

you’ll feel the breath of release when the death rattle cease. not after or yet
free to be captive at peace. shackled at last the pleasures we seek
you know the price. you wanna follow a fantasy gotta close your eyes
that’s the cost of living a dream: forgo your mind

i can’t leave here but i don’t mind the scenery
i can’t see clear but i don’t really need to see
confined inside a dreamery
willfully resigned to this dreamery
i can’t leave here but i don’t mind the scenery
i can’t see clear but i don’t really need to see
confined inside a dreamery
willfully resigned to this dreamery

- lt headtrip

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