Wisteria (SP)

[Intro] “Lay down…don’t move…close your eyes…feel yourself sink into your bed…” “Breathe in…breathe out…again…breathe in…breathe out…” “Feel your spirit lift up out of you…that tingling in your spine…” “Astral projection…welcome to the lucidfull world of wisteria…” [Interlude] All these emotions I’ve encountered…I feel the vertigo… They’re so beautiful, but deadly…I’ll end up six feet below… [Build-up] Rise higher, and higher, and higher…watch from above, They’re projecting the projection, I’m the one they’re tryin’ to dispose of… Keep rising higher, and higher, and higher…I took a bite of the bait, I fell for the looks, the beauty, but living in the sky is now my fate… [Hook] I found the doorway in the garden, The flowers told me I was the apple of their eye, (“But they were the snakes that wanted me to die…”) I stepped through the hedge gates without any fear The skies look so welcoming, soft and folding, (“Like they’re pulling me near…”) I didn’t know I was ascending, I just thought I learned how to fly, (But when grace is too beautiful…) (“You learn when you’re gone, they won’t cry…”) [Interlude] “Breathe in…breathe out…again…breathe in…breathe out…” “Do you feel it now?...that aching need to feel like you belong?...” [Verse 1] I stand in all of these crowds, but all I feel is…isolation (lation), Social battery is dead, why is talking the new fixation? I feel all the eyes…watching…is this what they call predation? (dation), They want to prey on me…am I only useful as a donation? (nation)... [Build-up] I Rise higher, and higher, and higher…I sit and watch from above, They’re projecting the projection, I’m the one they’re tryin’ to dispose of… I Keep rising higher, and higher, and higher…I took a bite of the bait, I fell for the looks, the beauty, but living in the sky is now my fate… [Hook] I found the doorway in the garden, The flowers told me I was the apple of their eye, (“But they were the snakes that wanted me to die…”) I stepped through the hedge gates without any fear The skies look so welcoming, soft and folding, (“Like they’re pulling me near…”) I didn’t know I was ascending, I just thought I learned how to fly, (But when grace is too beautiful…) (“You learn when you’re gone, they won’t cry…”) [Outro] “Open your eyes now…how do you feel?” “So relaxed you could die?” “...Well I’d hope so…”