phantasmagore

in the blackest of light, you try to sell the sooth, you try to turn me on, and undercover at night, in times of ill refute they play a distant song, when there's a sudden surprise, and they're not trying to be ruthless, they want to belong, oh, will they ever produce this, malevolent stranger devoid of wrong, and still it rolls along, forever facing the sun, let the suicide of music take control, oh, we would hope to remove, of all the dying in twos and the drifting in nines, time to open your eyes, and see the fading of truth by the growing of lies, so if you ever could choose, between the valley and kingdom your faith shall rise, and still it turns the time, bereathed in burning fires, a plasmic herald sinks alone and cries, "let bleed the nectars of devotion", beneath the earth still lies phantasmic emerald paradises, come cosmic thunder, sip the potion, let the suicide of music take control, as the carrier infuses to your soul, bereathed in burning fires, a plasmic herald sinks alone and cries, "let bleed the nectars of devotion", beneath the earth still lies phantasmic emerald paradises, come cosmic thunder, sip the potion, let the suicide of music take control, as the carrier infuses to your soul