[ Featuring the Dream Surfers ]
Maximum power re-routed, obscured
One surge examined in word
Do you believe in bad luck or a sign
Allow a surge in your mind
Sometimes less than reason
Can transmit truth in secret
It's one long filibuster
It's an aspect of time
There are brief clear paths
By which one makes it out alive
And you're onto the trail
You're onto the scent
The old gods reviving
Time well spent
Ought to repose or retain in a laugh
The serpent turned back into a staff
Knocking and building no covenant throne
Bleeding out of your tone
Sometimes less than feeling
Can be an engine in healing
It's letting the clock run
It's a temporal state
Frenzy of focus on the
Last clean plate
I see you leaning in
I respect that so much
You and Saint Peter
Going Dutch
