Paroles de Dune

Dripping down, down this road Futures that flicker like flames on a boat Spinning tops on my hand redshift thoughts of whatnots Shocking waves distant raves cities melt in the pot Days Fade out Low blow A skinny aurora highlighting my faults Closed doors Ten parsecs away from a euphoric state Up is down sky is brown Present and past pin my head to the ground Stand smile Dystopic fan fairs selling your thoughts for scares Days Fade out Get my fix off a precious ago Running in place Get my fix off a precious ago Running in place