Opus 1 : Hyperprism, From The Album The Hyperprism Time Factory lyrics

Hyperprism When the lights come running, from your deep and graceless mind My soul is very close to my dream vice Darkness bright, rings shines and the iris of your eyes Cats, shrines and the linger of your lies Places and spaces from the silent mouth Ignores me. Echoes and red cups Ignores me When the blue is come again from the coldness of your smile The fright of my voice is near to my replies Unholly lights, glass, tight Maps, raps, rests, hats