I wrote this for Conceited Crusade.
Hello illusions of grandeur
How pretty you look
The psychedelic shades of confusion suit you
I could swirl in this dream like state forever
Down, down, down
Rabbit holes are a bitch
You never know what’s waiting at the bottom
There are no magical clocks that forward time
Or videos that play on reverse
The world is upside down and I am right-side up
Blood is rushing to my head
Red is such a violent color
Air can be suffocating
It’s so dark in here
Mr. Rabbit, do you know a way out?