Mirrorworlds

I was born in poverty but when I was about nineteen I wrote a song called 'Kiss Me', and soon it was pay day A terraced house in that country, I thought that would do for me It's seemed to be the lilac time, but when the lilac died I went back to tow

The wind of the end, from the abyss so desolate though My body once fled, and closed my eyes...to never be opened, For the life...of me...it blew away Into the blackened night of my world within, Soaring...through and beyond my mind, And into the voi

Our minds are no longer present. They have given place to a new self. Awake now, from all the blindness that clouds our sight beyond. My thoughts became so solemn, beneath a sky of burning stars. Lost in a purple mirrorworld of pure euphoria...I soar