Les corps flottants...

It's a rough, soft parade
While you dance on my habits
When you silk eyelid
Further down
It's a soft, rough parade
While you dance and roll
I pretend that you're diving
But there you float
Binding ghost
Muttering
Are you even here?
Water foam
Arrest your corpse
And indulge our rendering
Release our trouble
And indulge your blending
Rest your corpse, and leave me be
Leave it be

Impostor, you're such a fraud
Your manners are such hoodwink
Such a load
When you host it, and you host it
And you host it
You blow on the marks and lull
When you host it
And you scrape the marks
Impostor, you're such a fraud
Soiling, one makes believe, charcoal
When you host it, and you host it
And you host it
You blow on the marks and lull
When you host it
And you scrape the marks
Glance, stance, trouble deeds, fuzz
Glance, stance, troubled distance
Are they even real?
The marks
Arcs, scrolling flight
Get dim, get a way out of my sight
A veil upon, a guest, uninvited to paradox
Don't you have some place you better rave
Wander, leave this familiar sham
I'm so sick of the appeal of your stream stress
I'm so sick and tired, of my odds and sods
Vitreous humor
Vibrant blink, fee lament, white
And I don't ever want to feel feverish
Can't ever trust shadows that lurk behind
Roaming slides, folded
These shadows I can't deny

Their vivid dance from above
They land on sight
I believed in their oath
Their reign, mere and obvious
I can't deny
But are they real in the end
They will never part from the thought
Some of us are spared from their odd trembling
Why the load
Flyer, flyer, outbreak
Dissociative sickness
Hord in my lids
Dissociative witness
Under my lids
Blindfold my eyes
Blindfold my eyes
Blind me
Blindfold my lids
Blindfold my lids
Blindfold my creed
Blind fold
Blindfold the eyes
Pilgrims at the shrine, of madness
The mind, the seal and the fold
Pilgrims at the shrine, of madness
The mind, the seal and the fold
Believe their oath, but relieve, gloss over
Believe their oath, push back, no suffer
They shove, only a mind mess

You are the lust and tides
You are the lust and tides
You move the ocean under my eyelids
You are lust and tides
You are lust and tides
You move the ocean under my eyelids
You are the lust, you are the curse
You are the sirens and the thirst
You are the lust, you are the curse
I see through you, I have enough
You are the lust, you are the curse
You are the sirens and the thirst
You are the lust, you are the curse
I see through you, I have enough
Sole, surrogate, sole, duplicate, sole, suffocate
Severals, left to contemplate
Mild illusion, spots I greet
Boundless, spots, I meet
Ocean foam, I skim
Stunner
Large veil, froth, snuck into my eyes
Great below, I still see