When second sight is on me
I can see your future history
some things distorted
lost are we
when second sight
drops in on me.
An ocular refinery is
visionary gold to me.
Drift into the consciousness,
the universal ballroom,
press
up close and dance real slow.
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 7:42 AM UTC
When second sight is on me
I can see your future history
some things distorted
lost are we
when second sight
drops in on me.
An ocular refinery is
visionary gold to me.
Drift into the consciousness,
the universal ballroom,
press
up close and dance real slow.
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