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)