Dreams Inc.


I walk past the ninth stone when the world sleeps with whores,

Enchanting are the lights, when the dead marries a tomb,

I kiss the dark and the groping pills, when vision is lost in the haze,

Rising from the ethereal blues the night sinks in shame...

You lie in your bed with cigarettes and love, stuck in a misty storm

When your soul dangles from the roof of life, and strokes your lost pride...

I smile again inside the burnt cage, with a little spilt rum,

When I find you staring back at me through the tilted and glossy mirror,

You clutch the silence, you keep the vows, over a quick and painless push,

It was six in the morning and the bed was cold, when breakfast and death was served...

On a stingy night, you had felt the moon, and brought the glaciers down,

You played the music, you swam the seas, the day the seas were dry...



So I'm on the road holding hands with killers, and trying to light a fire,

Or I walk the greater lengths beyond the purple sky where enchanting are the lights...


- Siddhartha.