Sit in crimson sky sunset park
Quiet city sounds
Churches adjacent
Diocese I'm sure
Tho no man'o god
Insulated here
For I'm sure
At home
They're watching
******* feel I can't shake
Like J and his star on the
Wall scars from the fall philosophy
That I don't understand
Beyond as manifestations
Of psyche transference
And the Fibonacci sequence
Part of a quantum spiral clearly seen
Tell him about the Golden Ratio
With trepidation
Fuel to the fire
Say you want to help but
Play mind game chicken with faith
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 7:29 PM UTC
Sit in crimson sky sunset park
Quiet city sounds
Churches adjacent
Diocese I'm sure
Tho no man'o god
Insulated here
For I'm sure
At home
They're watching
******* feel I can't shake
Like J and his star on the
Wall scars from the fall philosophy
That I don't understand
Beyond as manifestations
Of psyche transference
And the Fibonacci sequence
Part of a quantum spiral clearly seen
Tell him about the Golden Ratio
With trepidation
Fuel to the fire
Say you want to help but
Play mind game chicken with faith
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