Ride The Snake

Return to conscious
In a harness slab
In waking moment, machines greet the morning light

Traverse The Sunder
Where not tread before
Three drops that pull you into
All that’s gone

These are the runners
Of breathless funnel
Traverse the sunder
Undetected

Beyond the grave
A phantom moves in astral sight
Echoes weep for inert futures
Take my hand and ride the snake

Outlawed oppression
In these city roads
Tyrants hands keep the junkies flowing and take hold

What is the purpose
We feel this need
To walk tightropes of heartbeats stopping
In petty greed

These are the runners
Of breathless funnel
Traverse the sunder
Undetected

Beyond the grave
A phantom moves in astral sight
Echoes weep for inert futures
Take my hand and ride the snake