Stories, all there is
Fire speak your mind
Stories, all there is
Flames painting the night
Stories, all there is
Sparks rise to the sky
Stories, all there is
Words lighting the night
Is this real, yeah
Or just my imagination
Is this real, yeah
Or just some fascination
(Or just my imagination)
(Or just my imagination)
I'm by the lake
It's dark, an owl meets me
It flies a heart shape in the sky
It opens its mouth and screams
Just a noise
It opens its chest like if it was a jacket
Inside there's a dark ball
I reach inside to take it
I swallow it, it sits in my tummy
And starts changing shape
Like an alien form
Something wanting to come out
Turning proud, twisting its body
Like a corkscrew, the head opens
And explodes
Is this real, yeah
Or just my imagination
Is this real, yeah
Or just some fascination
That's invisible now
I hold on all the way up, up, up
I fall off the tree and crawl on the ground
I go to a pond and drink the water
I see my reflection, I have horns
My eyes fall into the water
I lie down without eyes
I take off the horns and disintegrate
Into the ground, I feels worms, bugs, life
Moss fills my whole body

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