tele wrote:Personally I find the mix of DMT and such music a bit of a mismatch, but good luck for the future.
 I'd have to disagree... 
[V1 - NATTI] 
I'm cloaked in smoke, but feel no flames 
folks float around me, but I see no wings 
no halos or hounds, pitchforks or gates 
or omnipotent voice that picks course of fate 
did a life of indecision build a dream scape prison 
where light isn't manufactured, but captured inside a prism? 
in a state between sleep and awake 
feels closest to hypnosis with an infinite wake 
then a fog dissipates revealing crimson fields 
Crept on by a fawn with flaming heels 
eyes red as stop signs with a mane of quills 
as I gaze past hills of diamond trees 
I see a silhouette rest upon golden leaves 
with the body of a goddess and a face of dreams 
a half naked Meagan Good in a Pagan hood 
kissed me on the cheek we didn't speak, but I understood 
it wasn't Heaven that I was seeking, but a haven I sought 
a canvas of the mind painted with my thoughts 
[V2 - KNO] 
Everything ain't what it seems 
I wake up to find I'm inside of a dream this side of a dream 
See buried deep inside the seams of my screams 
are beings and other-worldly things rarely seen 
Might be psychosis or maybe i chose this 
the night approaches every time the eye closes 
See a burning bush, feel like I'm Moses 
Burn so much Kush I feel like Amosis 
All my images are morgues and moons 
and every fork in the road moves through Freud and Jung 
In the darkness no orchard blooms 
a state so dark sparks from torches consumed 
It's like I live in a fortress of doom 
in the forest where the blood pours with force from my wounds 
My body aches with this labotamy a part of me shakes 
open my eyes and awake
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The OHTIn New York, we wrote the legal number on our arms in marker...To call a lawyer if we were arrested. 
In Istanbul, People wrote their blood types on their arms. I hear in Egypt, They just write Their names.
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