Quixotic Quicksand

What you're feeling measured by the pleasure ceiling
Quixotic quicksand sinking you where you stand
We think with the ink invisible, find our kind in a mind divisible
In motion capture just in time for the reigning rapture
None for the after

Well is there no escape from Oz
The albatros of exorcist paralysis and
Don't upset the applecart of Camelot
The spin in the analysis and

Maypoles in the souls of effigies burn bright in the embers memories
Mainlining writers, straw men fighting paper tigers
This place is my space geometry and my inner trigonometry
Crashing disasters aiming high for the swinging rafters
None for the after

The torches of the angry mob with guns and God
Maniacally delusional and
We're stepping through the looking glass of the aftermath
Of logically illusional plans
Well is there no escape from Oz
The albatross of exorcist paralysis and
Don't upset the applecart of Camelot
The spin in the analysis and

We're stepping through the looking glass of the aftermath
Of logically illusional plans



Credits
Writer(s): Tarik Ragab
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