.
I’m sick of humans turning into
Ghosts
And I’m tired fallin for the
Almost
Now this isn’t the way things should be
Why fall for the coast when
You could be in love with the sea
This isn’t the way things should be
The crown has wrapped around
Technology and agree have I
Tainted smoke in my eye because
You’re now just the air to me
I declare
Im diving in the minds eye
No problem has to be mine
I declare that I’m
Twisting in the minds gyre
Its just the mist of the brumaire
Do it I dare yah
Let me declare yah
No problem has to be mine
Human disguised you’re just
another ghost who has disappeared
into the minds eye
The crown has wrapped around technology
Why fall for the coast
When you can be in love with the sea
Don’t stare at the screen too long
Used to be don’t stare at the sun
I declare
Only the marine pollution
Problem has to be mine
I’ve been freed from the minds eye
Yes I do declare
I’ve filtered from the twisting gyre
Just In the mist of the brumaire
Brumaire: 2nd month of October in the French revolutionary calendar, the month of mist
12:19pm 10/1/17