let's go tripping
buttress, the
the devil came to me thrice in one night
and on the next i was visited by the shade of the living light
a hex to wreck your whole life was sent by your ex-wife
and now i'm sitting here next to her out of spite
i've been hiding at the base of a misty mountaintop
taking vapors to the face
with the acid in the eyedrops
with eyes wide i watch tropical thunderstorms
make the tide rise and wash ashore corpses of cyclops
i am standing in a room and the resonant frequencies of my voice are telling you what to do: eat more shrooms
until you've destroyed your illusion of self
until it feels like hell and you exist in a vacuum
a foreigner and i've come to this town to deliver a strange performance
tale told by an orphan time and time again
am i strange or am i friend? who gives a fuck
eyes blacked out like summer of '77
i talk to dogs like sam from the gutters that beckonin'
eatin' cubensis like bread from heaven
killing cats with my mind like eleven
i'm hildegaard von bingen
if i die in this moment i don't care
cause what i'm seeing is there
and can not be described by neither words nor meaning
and now i have become shook to the core of my being
don't leave me hanging at owl creek bridge - in the infinite
i wanna look death in the face
and when i leave this place
ill say goodbye before the eternal trip