I turn the page, scan then tear it away
Consign it to flames, convey to my unconscious
What I want from future days, the world obeys
In strange, disruptive ways
Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge
I turn the page, scan then tear it away
Consign it to flames, convey to my unconscious
What I want from future days, the world obeys
In strange, disruptive ways
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