Flying high there is a cry
U all wanted me 2 die
It's something u cannot try
2 get me in a deadman's suit and tie.
I'm really unconscious
When I'm astral travelling space
I'm flying never dying
When I've hit the high state.
The sensation of the travel
Is hitting the nerve
I don't want 2 go back
Because I'm high as a bird.
I'm floating around
Can u see my mist
The colour of the rainbow
And my clinched fists.
I'm astral travelling 2 a place u wish 2 be
A place where I'm flying and always free.
A place where no man is dead
Leaving the body when I'm asleep in bed.
(c)
Tommy K
Davy C Green
17-01-2007
Psychotic Goblins
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 8:33 AM UTC
Flying high there is a cry
U all wanted me 2 die
It's something u cannot try
2 get me in a deadman's suit and tie.
I'm really unconscious
When I'm astral travelling space
I'm flying never dying
When I've hit the high state.
The sensation of the travel
Is hitting the nerve
I don't want 2 go back
Because I'm high as a bird.
I'm floating around
Can u see my mist
The colour of the rainbow
And my clinched fists.
I'm astral travelling 2 a place u wish 2 be
A place where I'm flying and always free.
A place where no man is dead
Leaving the body when I'm asleep in bed.
(c)
Tommy K
Davy C Green
17-01-2007
Psychotic Goblins
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