A mist of psychoactive parasites has entered the bodies of the crew
A secret emergency signal on the spaceship is all that keeps Buun on course
Boiling the DNA itself
Melting their essence into the soil
An escape from grey
Someone might assume a brighter cage
Even now it comes upon the soul in later age
Beckon beckon to the sage
Beckon beckon to a state all beyond
Dust stage
To dream those final offerings of gold and magic place
Thinner you taste
Delicious to a few
Jazz will flow
Can't see voice
Can't see rain
Can't see face
Can't see rest
Cruel come march towards the burnish
To escape the day that come out of space
Too young at Atlantis' gate
Blown lists
Who was burned betrayed
The gate burnish my gold
Enter the fire
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A mist of psychoactive parasites has entered the bodies of the crew
A secret emergency signal on the spaceship is all that keeps Buun on course
Boiling the DNA itself
Melting their essence into the soil
An escape from grey
Someone might assume a brighter cage
Even now it comes upon the soul in later age
Beckon beckon to the sage
Beckon beckon to a state all beyond
Dust stage
To dream those final offerings of gold and magic place
Thinner you taste
Delicious to a few
Jazz will flow
Can't see voice
Can't see rain
Can't see face
Can't see rest
Cruel come march towards the burnish
To escape the day that come out of space
Too young at Atlantis' gate
Blown lists
Who was burned betrayed
The gate burnish my gold
Enter the fire
A secret emergency signal on the spaceship is all that keeps Buun on course
Boiling the DNA itself
Melting their essence into the soil
An escape from grey
Someone might assume a brighter cage
Even now it comes upon the soul in later age
Beckon beckon to the sage
Beckon beckon to a state all beyond
Dust stage
To dream those final offerings of gold and magic place
Thinner you taste
Delicious to a few
Jazz will flow
Can't see voice
Can't see rain
Can't see face
Can't see rest
Cruel come march towards the burnish
To escape the day that come out of space
Too young at Atlantis' gate
Blown lists
Who was burned betrayed
The gate burnish my gold
Enter the fire
Writer: michael mcgee
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