Tablets on Emeralds Tower lost signal Solar system digital Darkness invisible Lights infinite I get agoraphobic Thoughts reverse osmosis Speak the true name God Appear like Moses Water turns redder than a bed of roses After all was said and spoken they wonder who wrote this God must be poet Voices in my head tellin me pour it Light through prism Like inmates to a prison In this flesh I was given Time feels limited Fruitful yield I turn deserts into fields Seen so much death Now when it happen I don't feel What is happiness to you if it doesn't feel real Everything is a dream The dream is a windshield
