Jakprogresso, Jun Dax - Dreamland lyrics

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

At the podium, Draco coverin' machete
Thirteenth bloodline amendment
Bloodline ritual embedded
FEMA coffins spread in aisles pinned
With a trilateral pendant
Bankеt jumpin' off ledges
Alpha Draconian shapeshift from suit's
In thе 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
'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

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 portrait's
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 spell 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 pushing 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