Easy now


we are weaving, dreaming reality
(there is no line between)
golden strings, silver threads
baffling webs as natural
terrifying, strange
as you and me.

played like fools in a crime
hunted away original kind
blinding colours, blinding lights
streets whirling, tempted
flirting with time
the great divide
mass suicide
(so much we hide)

say cheeeeese, old friend!
the old show rolls into town! (again)
you’re on camera now!
get up, shoelace nice and tight!
please hold and wait
…..now let roar
cry witch!
crucify!


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