Lyrics Your Eyes in the Skittle Hills - Hypnopazūzu

Your Eyes in the Skittle Hills

«Create Christ, Sailor Boy»
Said the Garden Saint of 40 Skulls
«Your time sank further
Into PinkFace
And Armorial Walls»
The Sweet Bird
Sat no longer in the nest
Nor rests the dead forest
With the KosmoCheat
You and MoonMe
Were walking through
The walls covered with photos
Of the Hosts in the Sky
Singing
MAGICK MAGICK MOON AWAY
Folding harsh hands
Just craters for Albion at Shriek
Were we drowned?
Yes!
Cynic ChristMass at the Owl
«Create Christ, KosmoCheat» —
This was your time with signs
You yeah you in the Dead Forest
Your lips like Planet Cream
Or Orchid Dreams on
Your two lips fronded
Like the wood as plastic smiled
Twice FlyFace
And chased gulls
Into hills and streams
Split like silverfish
Your teeth as breathes
Your Eyes breath deep
In the skittle hills
Night like a lock