Inside Blasts -

Looping scenes over geometry

Midnight window

To foggy entrance

Small clutch on planes

Wire, wood, or spacing

Grains and sauces

Come from another city

Entirely different than the present time

From the present time let’s go

To different worlds than you thought possible

There’s new tastes, wire, wood or planes

Looping, looping, looping, looping…

You

Thought you’d never live to find

All the thing inside

What about truth?

It’s something you don’t often find

Well, don’t forget the sky

Fools, if you’re waiting on some paradise

Don’t forget your lives

Because, we observe the myths tonight

Who wants to rise above these buildings?

Who wants to rise above their chemistry?

Tonight?

Climb a tree and follow the stars