The gods beckon you to join the party
But revelry waits in dark corners
The Gardener of Eden is displeased
And now you’re flying without wings
The naked and cunning never feel
Pressure from above
For the rest it’s almost unlivable
Psychic earthquakes blur the love
Will there be sympathy for the serpent
When the future dies?
As Lilith rises in rebellion
Far from normal in his eyes
It feels like liquid diamonds
But it’s Hotel California
A 50-50 shot
A flip of the coin

Music is the foliage of the soul
Imperfect and irreplaceable
Two different unconnected people
Linked in time to one strange vessel
The ants watch the stars
Cause the stars need attention
To shine a little bit brighter
Make night a little bit lighter
Sigh your last breath
Breathe your first sigh
Space is not the final frontier
Soon these lows will become highs