In another world, in another dream,
Things are very different,  they're not as they seem.

Your hand is your belly,  your foot is your head
Your eye is your heart, you're voice is a slap instead.

Angels, they surround you, devils in the hills
Wolves are at your bedside, dancing at your will.

It is su-per-nat-ural, it is a mangy beast
You just go and cast your spells
I don't care in the least,

It's su-per-nat-ural,  it's a flame, a fire
It's a bush never consumed,
A blaze that's climbing higher.

Nothing is as fiction, nothing is as fact
Nothing you can say out loud
Nothing to retract

Naught you need to verify, nothing you can see
It's the spirit, it don't lie,
It's the soul in me.


SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis