Sun Spot

This isn't a dream I guess more like a vision I see the sky buffering in the highest definition Your iPhone quit working Sunspots Nuclear fission Wish I understood you Should of studied linguistics I wasted time laughing like my time in life was endless But now I got this sickness or maybe an affliction Enigma to the body My mind is like a prison If our paths cross now Is it destiny or statistics Have I gone mad Have I ran myself sadistic Am I even real or am I an apparition Spirit in my glass The world use to be vivid See it through the lens The colors have all shifted Tints and hues blur now Swirling through my vision My waking life is dreaming When I'm asleep I'm livin You're not that hard to read More transparent than a prism Dancing on graves pays more than digging ditches Never liked black magic But I have a thing for witches Not the hat and broom crystal ball and granting wishes Not ouija boards tarot cards or extra senses Whether you can swim you'll die for their suspicions I have a wooden heart Hallowed out by poor decisions You helped cobble down the shoe that you could fit in Waking lucid dreams Sending my spine to shivers My flesh is that of goose My stomach turns to gizzards My teeth they slide and grit Taste in my mouth is bitter Sorry to talk so lightly It's not all things considered You can hear it in the silence Grown in the air like pillars I've reached my precipice My fire turns to embers I went from coal to Cinders Burn out like 90's actors I'll give into my tact If it leads to great here afters This isn't a dream I guess more like a vision I see the sky buffering in the highest definition Your iPhone quit working Sunspots Nuclear fission Wish I understood you Should of studied linguistics I wasted time laughing like my time in life was endless But now I got this sickness or maybe an affliction Enigma to the body My mind is like a prison If our paths cross now Is it destiny or statistics Have I gone mad Have I ran myself sadistic Am I even real or am I an apparition Spirit in my glass The world use to be vivid See it through the lens The colors have all shifted Tints and hues blur now Swirling through my vision My waking life is dreaming When I'm asleep I'm livin You're not that hard to read More transparent than a prism Dancing on graves pays more than digging ditches Never liked black magic But I have a thing for witches Not the hat and broom crystal ball and granting wishes Not ouija boards tarot cards or extra senses Whether you can swim you'll die for their suspicions I have a wooden heart Hallowed out by poor decisions You helped cobble down the shoe that you could fit in