Dream, dream pixel I'm grateful for all of your flaws My dream, dream pixel The detail of stories you form Turn, turn the page No sign, sign of age I saw his reflection in the sky My god he looked magnificent The pixels of my inner eye My consciousness resisting How could I be feeling everything, unless I'm feeling nothing? How could this be anything, without me feeling something? A cowboy groans 'It could happen to you, you know?' 'Your ride will not always be smooth' Oh how this tragic scroll, that holds events of my life untold I'm seeking to shatter this brood Eyes on your ceiling Inside Across the clouds of acid, Through the cursed fire The beach dwellers tickle the sand Waiting patiently for the spell across the bay, The Starman will flicker his hand A phosphorescent pool of wonder, so terrified but calm A pitch black void of deader noise, with fairies dancing on my palm Oh dream, dream pixel I'm grateful for all of your flaws ...on your ceiling Inside (Fever dream, fever dream You are so cruel Fever dream, fever dream Broken sleep is not enough) (Crumbling, crumbling The eyes explode Can't you see? Can't you see? My dream pixels are corrupt)