I dissolve into the speed of smoke
Evaporating my reality, floating up the way down
Choking out abstract visions, sounds and all the elements that trapped me,
Wishing to trap god in a trip, moving faster than truth in a fake reality,
The trip spreads like a virus, a virus filled with conspiracy
And we wonder, so we wander till we melt within the 8th wonder.

Riding and discovering new nations under my bed, destroying my fantasies
Reality was a dream - the devil creepin up on me and me creeping up on god or is it the other way around.
Should i say reality are for those who lack imagination, lacking imagination which is kept in a box of lost and found.
But at the end, when im lost in the trip to nowhere, i enjoy the sound of silence.
And i hear the echoes, and it doenst make, it doesnt make any sense.
When future screams out whispers, and one becomes a crowd
Shadows crawl out of your past.
lost and sublime, i wish, i could melt within the 8th wonder.

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