Myron and Cole had a plan heading of to another world Inhaling an acre of Myrons sweet garden of pleasure Waving goodbye to the rational patterns of thinking
High above, swans sails the orbits of earth Waiting for peace below Dying to go with the flow
Cole starts to shiver He's sweating and swears that an angel's here He's crying while speaking of colors which does not exist
Let me bleed for knowledge an angel possess Speak to the world through me I live for a reason to be
Myron stood up and he laughed in his moment of clarity Said to his friend: Are we ever to come to our senses?
High above, swans sails the orbits of earth Waiting for peace below Dying to go with the flow
