Surfing bars with greyscale art and
The bags under my eyes
My blue light lit demise
Asimov turn me off but
My wounded ego howled
From underneath the couch
And you float along to Avalon
And start to relapse
You dream along the paths they pawn
And you ain't coming back
Burning eve, flows from me when
The shit I talk subsides
My fear of you implied
Feel the breath of simple death but
Your senses will decline
The gratifying mind
And you float along to Avalon
And start to relapse
You dream along the paths they pawn
And you ain't coming back
And though I swear the knots we bear its logic failed
I paid the fare, but don't take me there, for all I care
I cringe at thee, you laugh at me, and watch me bleed
You'll leave the dreams and everything in your regime
Oh you're sowing along
Forget everything for long
And you float along to Avalon
And start to relapse
You'll grieve the loss of what it cost and watch the collapse
