paranoia – Bluecusp Creative

Wounded

A long way from home
The moon wears its scars with pride
By shining brightly

Wounded

Separation, ordeal, return
Journey into the sea of despair

You’ve always been somebody
The medicine is inside

All the wisdom abides within
Awaken the cosmological shift

What is this dream of my life?
Who is it that longs for you?

Practice the necessary rituals
Re-imagine your ceremonial gifts

Your religion will never hold water
Against the currents of your soul

Window

Burying my pain
Paranoia erupting
I need to escape

Static