Faked Tok Time

There would be nothing but an I over an eye

Quick nods, sleepy winks with a sudden cough

There would be nothing more soothing than the sound of your gun

Oh darling I'm about to do something you haven't done

Like we're fooled by the faked tok time

Laughter of the devils are making me to fall asleep

I'm sorry for selling my awareness to darkness so cheap

Blush of a lesbian nun fades when I'm gone

Oh darling you wouldn't be the same when I'm done

Like we're fooled by the faked tok time

Nothing would shine but the face of the moon

My nyctophobic child, you can't get the light so soon

Moon shines and with the silver colored curve it makes

You sleep and don't get to feel as it shakes

Like you're a fool fishing on lake of time

Imagine what it would take, the darkness of an asleep mind

Getting assaulted on a blink, the sky has already went blind

Like what the lamp you use does to your innocently dark room

Destroying the ocean of chances for you to assume

Like you're fooled by the faked tok time

Makes me want to sigh, craving to travel through other minds

Other people, strangers, from any kinds

Makes me wanna get high on their dreams

Oh my gypsy cruel mind, won't tolerate their screams

Like it's fooled by faked tok time

With my head resting on my thighs

I'm covering thoughts and some lies

I sigh, I blink, I happen to smile

It's wanted as it's juvenile

Feels like I'm fooled by the fake ass time

Dark matter could be the blue light

Could be growing, as it has the right

When you are knwon; It's fun to evolve

To mix things up, with hatred or love

Like you're fooled by the faked tok time

I've found my geometrical wings owning and disowning me over and over

as the light worships the black skin of universe with a cold golden shower

Oh darling don't tell me our game is over

I need a cold golden shower

Guess I'm just bored by the faked tok time

As my head is holden by my thighs

A young thought manages to escape and flies

It gets old and wants to get back home

I don't accept betrayal, so it could just roam

Like it's fooled by the faked tok time

My gypsy mind resists invitations,

Settling down in one from hundreds of nations

walls so high, it avoids being a guest and allows none

As it rests, it's fond of the sound of your gun

After all, I was fooled by the faked tok time