Lyrics True Hallucination Speak - Cynic

True Hallucination Speak

Bits, a handful of irregular bits
A colored glass colors the light
Warms up my spine
Stars, flat six-pointed stars
Hexagon like baby blocks
I’ve sewn a cloth
True hallucination speak
Inhale, exhale
You better get a friend to help you
Against the stream
You’ve got to make amends with the truth
Glide, a living language collides
Chrysanthemum like mandala
Gave birth two eyes
True hallucination speak
Inhale, exhale
You better get a friend to help you
Against the stream
You’ve got to make amends with the truth
Pop, pop snap crackle and pop
Science fiction memory
Interleaved
Illuminates the heart
And I won’t let you down
I might come from outer space
But I’m here with you now
And we’ll travel between worlds
The shimmer
Of that sound
In the mouth
Love’s design
Accomplished