These days all I do is sit back, think about some bullshit, it's typical
Run up out the door, long sky, mage in the sunlight, it's all physical
Green Spore Valley, it sings to me
Put my friends in the front of my mind
High mage of the Winter realm
Throne made of one million lights
Metatron surrounding
Four million shapes inside my eyes
Don't put up your disguise
I can see right through it
And you pray to see my demise
I just go through it, yеah
I fall short in the field of the bеast 
I try find something, look at me


dreamoeba,occult symbolism,esoteric themes

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