In Somnis Praestigiae (feat. Christina Pecce)

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I stumbled in and out of love a
Dozen times over before i woke up a feverish soldier
I'd slept through my own eager enrollment rose and boasted that
I was the sole, deaf composer of this untold story while i
Fumbled for my stolen notes underneath the podium the growing cassandra
Complex of a shadow hunting author and notebooks of poltergeist mantras
On display for that post mortem stardom he swears that he's been
Hardened by the haunting, but stockholmed into following their ghostly orders
Overdosed frozen corpse now he's stone cold sober, finally
Stigmata glory holes piñata heart of gold
Corroded mortal coil on a pachyderm on a cosmological tortoise shell
Misanthropic social cues and addiction sponsored horoscopes from a
Pawn shop oracle floating hopefulness to the most at risk how deplorable
I faced the prospect that i was hostage in someone's mirage and weighed the
Odds against the consequences of cognizance a lofty risk
They say bated breath control play is the cornerstone of every crumbling home
Had a pleasant childhood but still a tortured soul check the portfolio
what's life other than a timeless story to tell? act durable
In somnis veritas
Life is but a, life is but a, life is but a dream
Nothing's as it seems to be
Nothing's as it seems
In somnis mendacium
Life is but a, life is but a, life is but a dream
Nothing's as it seems to me
We're stuck beyond the screen
In somnis veritas
Life is but a, life is but a, life is but a dream
Nothing's as it seems to be
Nothing's as it seems
In somnis praestigiae
Life is but a, life is but a, life is but a, life is but a
I surrendered my prudence when i
Committed to tying blood knots with my would-be wife
I'm still nervous to fall asleep because my succubus is good with knives
Keep a bottle in the tool kit this is a disguise, i've just
Forgotten how to remove it hey, who you callin' human? keep it movin'
Look! it thinks it's lucid" as the sky begins to crack
From where they stand in judgment they're blind to the writing on the back
If they'd only pry their eyes out they could almost hear the designers imbibe and
Cackle while they commemorate the accomplishment of the proper
signage for their trap please don't tap on the glass
This my symbolic logic i personify sound
Kissed by that cosmic goddess where's your bottom line now
A miraculous pinch of stardust with bizarre cognitive malfunction
We are the unlikely spontaneous combustion
Either the wandering eyes of my reflection just turned sentient or i'm the
Echo beyond this stubborn glass threshold so desperate to be
Special what a speck, what a spectrum, what a spectacle
Awaken, my escapists your dreams are untenable
In somnis veritas
Life is but a, life is but a, life is but a dream
Nothing's as it seems to be
Nothing's as it seems
In somnis mendacium
Life is but a, life is but a, life is but a dream
Nothing's as it seems to me
We're stuck beyond the screen
In somnis veritas
Life is but a, life is but a, life is but a dream
Nothing's as it seems to be
Nothing's as it seems
In somnis praestigiae
Life is but a, life is but a, life is but a, life is but a
In somnis veritas
Life is but a, life is but a, life is but a dream
Nothing's as it seems to be
Nothing's as it seems
In somnis mendacium
Life is but a, life is but a, life is but a dream
Nothing's as it seems to me
There's stuffing coming out the fucking seams can't you see it
In somnis veritas
Life is but a, life is but a, life is but a dream
Nothing's as it seems to be
Nothing's as it seems
In somnis praestigiae
Life is but a, life is but a, life is but a, life is but a

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