Awakening™ Fantasy II
Angel Marcloid
At a midnight picnic
In the moment the snow begins
My crystal covered eyesight
Under the seething incline
Into the softest bed
A permanent sllent tingling background
Rendering description misleading on
Rendering me as unreal as ever
Thought cannot think of what is higher than thinking
As the light cannot reach around the surface that stopped it
I stupidly weighed it, blown up and out
Every piece of synchronicity
'Cause I want a voice to scream at me
I want a voicе
I want a voice to scream at me