Dreamland
[Intro: JakProgresso & Jun Dax]:
Yeah, the green mucousy ones, disrobe themselves at the base of the volcano, put the crown over the skin layer
The twisted limbs of the bougainvilleas spell out "home"
I recognize the sound they make
[Verse 1: JakProgresso]:
At the podium, Draco coverin' machete
Thirteenth bloodline amendment, bloodline ritual embedded
FEMA coffins spread in aisles pinnеd with a trilateral pendant
Banket jumpin' off lеdges
Alpha Draconian shapeshift from suits in the fourth dimension
Serpent statues bust, spittin' at reptiloids
They're way crooked like William Tompkins
Vessels are light inside Old World Masonic
Pine oil scented lodges, scales slathered in snake oils and tonics (Huh?)
'Bout to clock in, check these new Bilderberg ladders, I'm poppin'
To see the shadow people and the watchmen
The Moon vacant, the Earth void, this globe a lab
The Moon vacant, this whole Earth void, and the globe a lab
Scales hug, the tree of life, youth chewed up by Sobek
After sacrifice Allah jets so dressed
Infants buoyant in marooned rivers, with no heads
Bellies slithered through an enemy mine
Blood pour from a white snake
Gas ballads burn, tunnelin' of amphibians, in a higher state
[Verse 2: Jun Dax]:
Horizontal, fetal spasms
Physics flip when I slip out of matter
A house, a labyrinth, a home with cabinets
A palace familiar of colorin' damages
This way, that way, I'm apprehensive, of blurry portraits of friends invented
Barefoot, careful, I pet the cat, who's a different color than that new comeupper
And the map is a fog and artery clogs
Writing on the walls down distended halls
Doors shift hinges, the frames of the window flimsy
Days of remembered whimsy
You, me, them, the quality of light it bends
Rain is wet, but I can't get cleansed
Ankles entrenched in the blue black tide
Shark fin shadows swim the shore to horizon
Jump out the bathtub, lungs invincible
So physical I lift off, float
Minerals speck coast, chilly in the numbness
Touch back down to the land like a gymnast
In this future, totems putrefying past
Toast the glass, knock it back
Acidity retreats at the dawn of the beep
Include my creek after pushin' many sleeps
Teeth so sticky in my cheeks, envisioning a minute a week (A minute a week)
The twisted limbs of the bougainvilleas spell out "home"
I recognize the sound they make