Begin the sucking sun wakes me up at night.
The ghosts of innocence turns off the light.
and I can’t breathe, I’m choking on my lungs.
I can’t stay in your space here no more.
You know my name, they know my age.
I heard them laughing when the leader said my name.
I begin to sense a sort of atmosphere
stemming from delusion leading to unusual
visionary consciousness, The Sham-an rest my soul.
No I can’t breathe, I’m choking on my lungs.
I can’t stay in your space here no more.
Please come in mission control. One Million Light years from her
