• i can hear it im quite druged by the alteration of my sleep but its opening doors to somany planets it is as if time never existed and that my lover was my mind the one i would go relentlesly through looking for new places to play more skies to sink into like a mirror in the sky the shape dosent exist we only create reallity that kills logic and takes us to a world that watching inside are minds but now it burns it self out looking for the way out are heads to make the world you call reality its own ....