My Chemical Dream

Lost in a haze of colours and shapes

No car, no body, just thoughts that race

The grass is bright and the road is long 

The sky is a broken mirror then the colour is gone

I can move the clouds and the trees with no breeze

Shift all shades, banish shadows with ease

The lights in the store of the night were too bright

The face in the mirror was an imposter of night

We looked as the demon fired a croak of faux hate

And in unison turned, it was time to vacate

Sick of the dark it felt time to restart

Back past the park where the roller doors bark

Solitude appeared a regrettable choice

'Til solace was found in the Lizard King's voice.

-RubberSoul