I lie between layers of perception I'm neither here or there Twice but still nothing My image multiplies while my sight plays dead and regress I've lost any ma** Mutant consistence My shadow is no more Tied to dimensions I don't belong to My center is now a black prism Reflecting nothing but Pale Blue Floating cemetery flames Look through me as I dissolve Try to catch a glimpse or something And give it back Feed the circle There's an old root I spotted Big hole like that cancerous lung
I'll hide in there I think Playing as the mist Slowing raising from the soil While I keep dissolving into thin cold air My arms as dried branches My heart as an old burl Let's get a fire on At least Smoke I inhale Smoke I may become I'm neither here or there Neither here or there Solitude is what I keep being called to stand for A ghost trail I keep find directions for Keep walking one way Keep leaving no trace Keep being blind Keep looking up to the sky