"Astral Plain" lyrics
Under the weather sun above me it's summer forever
Everyone I know has got a problem the number the better
Tree of Life, broken promises easy to find
Body of Christ LSD I'm seeing the light
Redefined what success is I don't reach for mine
My feels like a minefield I keep in mind
In the deep end can you depend on
Weekend friends with pretend tongues
Knees bend when the seas get rough, choppy waters
Johnny Walker blue-scapes watch me while I fugue state
Little flippant critics flipping kitchen knives
Crystallites shimmer in the distance like suspicious eyes
So out of body that I can't recount
Fingers breeze through mirage skin no tantamount
God spits rain-enchanted clouds we're lost in
It's a long way back to forgotten
Am I high or are the stars close?
My whole has life been in dark mode
Charcoal screams seem at home my feet in tar, low
Peel apart bones, ceiling all surrealist art show
Clocks melting down the wall slow
Losing track of time sleepwalking through an odd scene
Self-harm looking like a barcode
Lost soul that was not sold, it was costly
God guard me from the common copies
Karma caught me, flight path Kamikaze
Madame Blavatsky mysticism split the mist to prisms
I'm in a prison press the scissors against the limbic systems
Find an escape route and break out
This simulation's showing seams lately
Opening hazy memories overly blaming
Others for our own repeat failings, roll with me baby
I can show you things that you've only dreamed maybe
I can bleed for you, dry the seas for you, grow a tree-making
Rosary shavings out the bark when nobody's saving
Us from dark focus seems staying on our roughest parts
So out of body I can't recover
Fingers breeze through dead skin of chromatic colors
God spits rain and has us suffer the losses
It's a long way back to forgotten
Everyone I know has got a problem the number the better
Tree of Life, broken promises easy to find
Body of Christ LSD I'm seeing the light
Redefined what success is I don't reach for mine
My feels like a minefield I keep in mind
In the deep end can you depend on
Weekend friends with pretend tongues
Knees bend when the seas get rough, choppy waters
Johnny Walker blue-scapes watch me while I fugue state
Little flippant critics flipping kitchen knives
Crystallites shimmer in the distance like suspicious eyes
So out of body that I can't recount
Fingers breeze through mirage skin no tantamount
God spits rain-enchanted clouds we're lost in
It's a long way back to forgotten
Am I high or are the stars close?
My whole has life been in dark mode
Charcoal screams seem at home my feet in tar, low
Peel apart bones, ceiling all surrealist art show
Clocks melting down the wall slow
Losing track of time sleepwalking through an odd scene
Self-harm looking like a barcode
Lost soul that was not sold, it was costly
God guard me from the common copies
Karma caught me, flight path Kamikaze
Madame Blavatsky mysticism split the mist to prisms
I'm in a prison press the scissors against the limbic systems
Find an escape route and break out
This simulation's showing seams lately
Opening hazy memories overly blaming
Others for our own repeat failings, roll with me baby
I can show you things that you've only dreamed maybe
I can bleed for you, dry the seas for you, grow a tree-making
Rosary shavings out the bark when nobody's saving
Us from dark focus seems staying on our roughest parts
So out of body I can't recover
Fingers breeze through dead skin of chromatic colors
God spits rain and has us suffer the losses
It's a long way back to forgotten
