Lyrics Blue Moon Haze - Ilsa

Blue Moon Haze

I spit
Vomit
Thick, white smoke
Across endless riffs
In fields and waves
Not unnerved
Or deterred
By all it surrounds
Blue Moon Haze
Clouds my vision
Clears my mind
Clears my vision
Clouds my mind
I reach out
Further than ever before
To grab brittle sycamore
Feel it break and crumble
In my grasp, I watch it
Fall to pieces
Winter rolls
Thundering drums bubble
A furious ghostly beat
Blackened spider
Sits aglow in my hand
Sending smoke
Shooting up
With each crunch of the battle-axe
Sweetly sung
Slowly sung
Primitive trail of moons
Gaze into long barred wells
Outer spaces, immense infinities
The screens simulacrum
They shall share nothing
Of the joys of sex and sin
Boundless pleasures and pains
Of loyal friends and kin
Blow out the candle light!
I’ll tell you what I see:
There is color in the darkness!
Momentary consciousness
In the violent explosion
Of a match-heads whisper
Hiss, pop
Shut out
All that is inside
All that is other
Only to hear
Clamors from within
Only to hear
Foul chatter within
Blue Moon Haze
Clouds my visions
Clear my mind
Clears my visions
Clouds my mind