Something was born in the mirza's dream And then left in the tomb of the effigies Fast as the rolling seasons bring The copies we made in the gale wind
Synchronicity
On a great pixel throne footage shows Rolling the gods on the palace beach There is hardly an afterlife mirrored here But there flutters a shadow of sanctuary
Synchronicity With the psi copy Synchronicity
Now these marble fields Still lay in tact Brimming with prime Still forming
Time couldn't bottle the five stone rings Nor leave you marooned on the sea machines Synchronicity With the psi copy Synchronicity
The hydra white head of delusion Brought forces of more than a million And caused the stone angles to glisten Now various species have told me To wield a harvesting sickle And fear not the after responses We'll swim with tides of lake lerna Fast charms are on route to forever While dreaming of young capricorn
Now these marble fields Still lay in tact Brimming with prime Still forming...
And time couldn't bottle heigh Helen And time couldn't bottle heigh Helen