i turn my head
in my vision there's a streak
some pretty lights chasing me
clocks ticking slow
and i've fallen prey
to a season of fear
and little did i know
what wrath would be wrought
from the night in my cloak
little did i foresee
coming my way
that'd completely stop me
in glaciers, there lie
delayed stars across chartreuse skies
the filaments of dreamscapes
have sewn into reality
i've lost my balance
so many times before
but never did i really look into it
i fell off the stairs
into a pile of knives
and i gazed at the stars above me
the shapes that they make
and the dreaded undertow
my body makes me feel i'm in
the binding inside
with the searing aura
i fear i'm out