It all comes flooding back to me like violent pleasure
A song I remember, spirit protector in a dreamcatcher
Branches of willow folding into alchemy
Summer vines growing big with a cynical grotesque
Enigmatic look, pouring myself a cold glass and looking back
I don\'t want to know what\'s going on
The smoke lingering like it\'s young lust
Every time I wake up from this dream
I\'m more tired than I was before I fell asleep
With pain in my lungs and eyes big like shrooms
Every time, every time.