Illusion is material
And masterful in the fabrication
The time of great height in sense
The form of the night, at veil
A ghost dream emerging to enigmatic come fantastic
From visions of dimensional matter cycles come worded form
Into the self in return from in between immaculate
Like a tide comes to ghost working from the moon
In man it must revive
And then so it must of life act of
Doom and come from sin
Though this, my Valentine
My sleight of hand
The living nightmare of my wisdom
Another dance my mind sings of, that I can reason
Kissing her lips like an escape
Virgins all true to form
An orgy of commucation
A vision of victory
The bickering bitter dream of an old man, illusion
And masterful in the fabrication
The time of great height in sense
The form of the night, at veil
A ghost dream emerging to enigmatic come fantastic
From visions of dimensional matter cycles come worded form
Into the self in return from in between immaculate
Like a tide comes to ghost working from the moon
In man it must revive
And then so it must of life act of
Doom and come from sin
Though this, my Valentine
My sleight of hand
The living nightmare of my wisdom
Another dance my mind sings of, that I can reason
Kissing her lips like an escape
Virgins all true to form
An orgy of commucation
A vision of victory
The bickering bitter dream of an old man, illusion