Fractals of the mind
Bending slowly
In neon liquid sky,
In reality
God is real? Or am I tripping?
The way the cross melts down
Is it real, or are you drifting?
Like colors of the sound
In neon liquid sky
I’m not here,
It goes round and round
And you’re not there
We dissolve into sound
In neon liquid sky
Bending slowly
In neon liquid sky
Blending slowly
In neon liquid sky