obsidian

(feat. Jennifer Folker)
Theres a pulsating white light, but its beautiful.
Its like a tunnel of colours, and its like Im floating up through a tunnel of colours.
They move and they flow into each other, and sometimes they mix and sometimes they dont.
Theyre changing and it looks like theyre flowing through each other, and on top of each other, and sometimes mixing and making the colours, and sometimes not.
Will I be able to fly through the different colours?
The ounce of perfection
You worried away
After our reflections
Of yesterday, yesterday, today
(Chanting)