Paraesthesia
The static idyll pleases my eye
Within a psychoactive fantasy
Since the day you parted our ways
I've had this pricking sensation on my skin
The idyll flatters my retina
The idle spell veils my sight
The idyll blocks my vision
Sometimes sorrow gives me the creeps
Somebody, focus my world-sight!
Narcisse are shooting up in the garden
The catalyst crept away
She eloped with your confidence
The static idyll pleases my eye
Within a psychoactive fantasy
Since the day you parted our ways
Narcissi mushroom in narcosis
The catalyst crept away....
A piece of mind from her still remains
Solace screaming in my face
The frozen idyll pleases my eye
Narcissi shooting up in my garden
Narcissi mushroom in narcosis
A scent of narcissi affects my mind
