Inkjet Lakes

Bed-rest kittens, womb of opiates,

Biba dresses, blinking morning sunshine.

Can I get an idea? Tell me what did I do?

Tell me what did I say? Tell me what did I prove?

Time's a frivolous display, both a healer and a bane,

I'm in a prism of refractions and burning gamma rays.

Are you mourning for an era,

When your blood sang and your hear trilled?

Are you wading a nightmare scape,

Over valleys through inkjet lakes?

Bed-rest kittens, womb of opiates,

Biba dresses, blinking morning sunshine.

Can I get an idea? Tell me what did I do?

Tell me what did I say? Tell me what did I prove?

Time's a frivolous display. Time is a presidential waste.

I'm in a prism of refractions and burning gamma rays.

Time's a frivolous display, both a healer and a bane,

I'm in a prism of refractions and burning gamma rays.

Are you mourning for an era,

When your blood sang and your hear trilled?

Are you wading a nightmare scape,

Over valleys through inkjet lakes?