Testo Paprika

Lucidity came slowly
I awoke from dreams of untying a great knot
It unraveled like a braid into what seemed were thousands
Of separate strands of fishing line
Attached to coarse behavior it flowed
A calm it urged—what else is here?
How’s it feel to be at the center of magic
To linger in tones and words? I opened the floodgates and found no water, no current, no river, no rush
How’s it feel to stand at the height of your powers
To captivate every heart?
Projеcting your visions to strangers who feel it, who listen, who linger on еvery word
Oh it’s a rush!
It’s a rush!
But alone it feels like dying
All alone I feel so much
I want my offering to woo, to calm, to clear, to solve
But the only offering that comes
It calls, it screams—there’s nothing here!
How’s it feel to be at the center of magic
To linger in tones and words?
I opened the floodgates and found no water, no current, no river, no rush!
How’s it feel to stand at the height of your powers To captivate every heart?
Projecting your visions to strangers who feel it, who listen, who linger on every word
Oh it’s a rush!
It’s a rush!