Phosphenes

fall into the land
where worlds were left behind
spawned in from a foolish daze

gone into the sand
the seams are all inclined
gone to lather, forth confined

dream
dream
dream

fall into the land
where seeds don't grow in time
water out my foolish gaze

walk to leave behind
the dreams that grow with time
while the masses compromise

dream
dream
dream

these phosphenes
they glow in my eyes
theyre conscious
in dreams of the night

their walls they break the sky
its true they won't deny
phosphenes

we fall into a massless hounding blight
while fighting with the lancers in the night
we're foraging through a land of compromise
while flying out of paper made of kite

strive for whats ensued
falling to a land of make-believe

winding on an everlasting war
that finds it hard to fight
hours on
respiting the Signal
that sees through ever sights

in the worlds collapse
you'll find it hard to breath
do imbue
as our stems are lapsed
you'll want to let this go
though the stars
may try again

fall into the land
worlds were left behind
spawned in from a gaze
fall into the land
seeds don't grow in time
water out my daze

these false fiends
they glow with my eyes
they're conscious in dreams of the night
their walls, they break the sky
its true they won't deny
phosphenes