[Sienne]

Time inspires me and captivates or vindicates

Perhaps it brings the symphonies

Or repeats the need to stipulate

I brought you here on a whim, a feel I couldn’t simulate

I talked with you amongst the wind

I slipped and broke my vertebrae

The ideals of forgotten men

The things you must of thought of me

I talk to you and not to them!

Thats how it works! It's always been!

Skip the practicalities and outline reality

I’ll sell you a plot of land

Where you can plant your pottery

I knelt against a tree as you joked about monotony

You handed me a knotted rope and asked me If you’d lie to me

I shook my head, I didn’t know

A tree stood at the side of me

You threw it over twice and pulled

And tied it close around my throat

I shouted don’t!

You smiled and walked along the side of me

I figured you were not like them

I figured wrong I’ll die for that

A sinking ship, a building built, a forest to annihilate

Take the deed, cut down the trees

And leave before my children see

The sun falls, the crows call

The looming leaves begin to weave

Summer nights on sunlit sights, these city lights

The music’s nice uh

The music's nice uh

The stories got its ups and downs

Were we the only ones in town? etc etc

I think I’m starting to fall asleep

[Refrain]

I'm installing information (2x)

[Koga]

Time inspires me and packs away the symphonies

I can take them with me anywhere

And smoke away the tendencies

Fragrance of these memories

Increments of simple things

Mysterious what life will bring

Owl in your inner dreams

White feather what's the symbol mean?

Pulls me out of evening's sleep

To be perched on the Apple tree

Yeah, life is awesome

But who's got the time to jot it like the artist

River is-a-living I maneuver through the ugliest of ruins

Yeah light and dark is the universe

Perceived as a creature in these times

Lethal with my mind unwind to find the undefined

Outer lines, outer space Super Saiyan

Let it rain

Not the thinker of these thoughts

Only thought at the pinnacle of pyramids

Silhouette is healing space

Spray paint all the ancient graffiti's of my memory

Clearly facts and these booby traps every move you at

Confide with my higher side

Silence guides through the timeless tides

Serious as eeriness not hearing this

Delirious, you really is an artificial petri dish

Tweezers pick your thoughts at the cubical

Looping cause you miserably comfortable

What you running from?

All these old souls in my lunch box

Feeding off my past scraps

Blow my last stash

Flash in the presence, our essence is a mechanism

Magnified individual personas guaranteed

Guaranteed I don't fit inside the photo

I can't fit inside the photo