Escorting Dementiatic Loops

[Intro]

Revenants untouched by the scythe

They are lost in the dark woods of time

Coldest Dreams, Behold the scene

Nous, an anomaly

Consecrate, my mind is grave

Pillaging thoughts and masquerade

Castrating my fantasies

Frantically it's meant to be

Dimensions twist, confined to zone

Forlorn in space

Was I trapped in a wormhole?

Vivid imagery like Picasso Pablo

Used to paint visions now I'm just Marco

Polo, unraveling mysteries & doom in

For real, I never wanted to be a human

Clementine Kruczynski: Joely?

Clementine Kruczynski: What if you stayed this time?

Joel Barish: I walked out the door. There's no memory left

Clementine Kruczynski: Come back and make up a good-bye at least. Let's pretend we had one

Joel Barish: *Coming back at her*

Clementine Kruczynski: Bye Joel

Joel Barish: I love you

Clementine Kruczynski: *Whispering* Meet me in Montauk

I don’t abstain to talk about my back pain

It was bright twilight in a fast train on the last lane

The rat stained a past drain and the crack maimed the track frame, a bad sprain, the cat blamed

Oops!!!!

She was in a fat crane in black paint, I wished it had rained

But it wasn’t tough enough as the fast train went through; staff claimed

I lacked sense, EYES… WIDE… SHUT

What’s to happen, I hear weird accents

Who am I? half-man half-sane, lame

Think she packed things, EYES… ROLL… OPEN

To grab some aspirin, trying to move but my back can’t, grabbed a black pen..

I don’t abstain to talk about my back pain

It is bright twi..