Dreamery (feat. C Money Burns)

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Lt Headtrip

Lt Headtrip (pronounced /lo͞oˈtenənt hedtrip/) is an American rapper and producer. He is the founder of the record label 'we are the karma kids' (WATKK) and has spent the last decade curating projects and events in the local music scene in Brooklyn, Manhattan, and Queens. He is also a seasoned touring musician and studio engineer. more »

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This kinda feelin’ like sleep paralysis in a realm unreached by the hourglass
Ssshhh… It’s kinda freein’ bein’ powerless. Dreams so sweet Imma need dialysis
I could breath the water. Inhale the seas and speak the salt back
One, two, three, four sheep to the slaughter. F*ck the flock. Leave the dog pack
Luminescent. I’m lucid here. Truth’s a question. The ruse is clear
Aloof but present, doomed but eager. You can take my ego as a souvenir
Seduced by fears into languor. Anchored to the lunar sphere
I think I’m losin’ years. Skin talks, “You were never truly here
This is not my hallucination. This not my beautiful poem
I am just an intruder, an alien. Who meandered into a funeral home
The crowd, uncanny. The the tomb enclosed. I found my family, confused, reposed
They looked right past me, through my skull. Of course, it was my tomb all along
I can’t leave here but I don’t mind the scenery
I can’t see clear but I don’t really need to see
Confined inside a dreamery
Willfully resigned to this dreamery
This an epilogue. A driftwood home in a gentle squall
The edges lost. No evident direction in this endless fog
I’m stretched across the breadth of my inventor's tepid yawn
A vessel drawn into a tempting maw. Flesh and bone. Why wrestle gods
Senseless in a ramshackle shelter. Swimmin’ in the mist of the swell
The tempest ripped my craft from its progression
And left me as a splintered self in this distant realm
Gripping a helm no longer steering. Calmed by delirium
Sequestered in this exquisite cell. Can’t lift my head. Don’t lift that spell
If I live to tell, it’s a myth at best. If I give in now I could miss my chance
The whispers know. They listen back. The blisters form and wince and foam and crack
Peel it back. Hail the new flesh. Seal the maps. Bury the true exits
Steal a dance with a lavish devil in the pale moon’s essence
You'll feel the breath of release when the death rattle cease. Not after or yet
Free to be captive at peace. Shackled at last the pleasures we seek
You know the price. You wanna follow a fantasy gotta close your eyes
That’s the cost of living a dream: forgo your mind
I can’t leave here but I don’t mind the scenery
I can’t see clear but I don’t really need to see
Confined inside a dreamery
Willfully resigned to this dreamery

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