Water in my roots And once again, my stems bleed me out of an aquamarine cyclone Flying through every cloud, floating through the dopamine daydreams manias and monotones After a decade of droughts I twirled in a tornado While the demons ate my brain So I designed a tavern To lock myself in
Water in my roots And once again, a blurred vision of ecstasy blinds my eyesight Looking in opaque mirrors, pressing the pearls of the pendulum sepias and saxophones I danced through a hurricane While the angels saved my torso So I tore the broken chains To let myself out