Sweet Lies
Sweet Lies
I surf on the turbulent waves of your lies;
The giant Archaeopteryx,
The wingspan extending from,
My happiness to gloom.
I would rather prefer to sleep fossilized,
But you wake me from my primitive sleep.
The dream catcher above my cradle flutters.
I seek you evil spirit.
You hide me in the folds of your lies,
I know no other world.