Faked Tok Time
There would be nothing but an I over an eye
Quick nods, sleepy winks with a sudden cough
There would be nothing more soothing than the sound of your gun
Oh darling I'm about to do something you haven't done
Like we're fooled by the faked tok time
Laughter of the devils are making me to fall asleep
I'm sorry for selling my awareness to darkness so cheap
Blush of a lesbian nun fades when I'm gone
Oh darling you wouldn't be the same when I'm done
Like we're fooled by the faked tok time
Nothing would shine but the face of the moon
My nyctophobic child, you can't get the light so soon
Moon shines and with the silver colored curve it makes
You sleep and don't get to feel as it shakes
Like you're a fool fishing on lake of time
Imagine what it would take, the darkness of an asleep mind
Getting assaulted on a blink, the sky has already went blind
Like what the lamp you use does to your innocently dark room
Destroying the ocean of chances for you to assume
Like you're fooled by the faked tok time
Makes me want to sigh, craving to travel through other minds
Other people, strangers, from any kinds
Makes me wanna get high on their dreams
Oh my gypsy cruel mind, won't tolerate their screams
Like it's fooled by faked tok time
With my head resting on my thighs
I'm covering thoughts and some lies
I sigh, I blink, I happen to smile
It's wanted as it's juvenile
Feels like I'm fooled by the fake ass time
Dark matter could be the blue light
Could be growing, as it has the right
When you are knwon; It's fun to evolve
To mix things up, with hatred or love
Like you're fooled by the faked tok time
I've found my geometrical wings owning and disowning me over and over
as the light worships the black skin of universe with a cold golden shower
Oh darling don't tell me our game is over
I need a cold golden shower
Guess I'm just bored by the faked tok time
As my head is holden by my thighs
A young thought manages to escape and flies
It gets old and wants to get back home
I don't accept betrayal, so it could just roam
Like it's fooled by the faked tok time
My gypsy mind resists invitations,
Settling down in one from hundreds of nations
walls so high, it avoids being a guest and allows none
As it rests, it's fond of the sound of your gun
After all, I was fooled by the faked tok time