Strangely Colorful Over the Dream

Dark and mournful before the virgin
We summon murky dreams beyond the bullshit
Can you dig it? The vision will go
Strange and mournful above the slime
You examine transparent knives beside the dreamscape
Be watchful. The lust has vanished
Strangely colorful over the dream
We stroke murky snares beside the flowers
Alack! The sin is coming
alone hesitant 
trying to recall 
any wind that blows 
In whose heart 
the witness 
take another road 
in a different light