I can hear what has never been seen
and feel what was never before written
I can harvest the medals from your dreams
and leave your favorite models on smitten
just have to listen and line the streets with all those crowds
and bring the jetliner grins with enough gold for the gong show prouds
who cares if the royal guards get to spend some rounds
this woolly mammoth is here and has glass apples enough to turn you upside down.
I can speak what has never been heard
I can taste what is yet to be built
can you dramatize and drive this new dawn herd
or will you leave it up to me what blood will spill
but this is my time and I will drift analog
because after all it is my fire
and I will shun your grim shady walk of life
and you can shove your shallow desires
shake it up
tell the truth
don't be the archetypal fool
suck it up
let me loose
give me the chance to burn this fuel
About the Creator
cd3
i write from a lens of psychedelia and riddles. i was always captivated by really good lyrics. the more puzzling the better. words can be a really interesting way to give a reader a chance to form their own conclusion..beyond the obvious...
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