Dissociative Ford I Think Im a Sofa
I have never known the things I knew before
The physics went astray, I looked up to the floor
I had never flown to what the future brings
And nothing was a thing except perhaps the fire
Fire…
Fire…

Two big bugged eyes
I fall so high
New world swirls envelop around me
As I fall and sink
I’m melding and grafting
To a seat under a sheet
In a world where sofas greet

I have never felt as one who just observes
As if from other worlds but lacking brains or nerves
I had never dealt with evil lucid dreams
Till someone might have screamed about some kinda fire
Fire…
Fire…
Two big bugged eyes
I fall so high
New world swirls envelop around me
As I fall and sink
I’m melding and grafting
To a seat under a sheet
In a world where sofas greet

Soak up all the toxins
Settle deep and seal your fate
Don’t think of going back
For you will discombobulate
We were once human like you
Until our hopes and dreams came true
Join us in upheld despair
And God’s throne will meet you there

Two big bugged eyes
I fall, you die
New world swirls envelop around me
As I fall and sink
I’m melding and grafting
To a sofa under wings
In a world where sofas’s king