Real eyes A golden lever. A choice of gold or velvet Do I go on, or follow the crown in the smoke? My last choice derange my voice Real eyes The lever falls down so delicate Enlighten me Ill follow towards the smoke The wrenching of the rope Im always lost The idea of dreaming in a dream My vision is serene Please lift me up Breathe underwater Swim without limbs These new eyes will never suffer Enter the new wake Looking back through the painful tunnel They taught us what once was What once was New air opens my mouth Gasp a new breath What is this place? An alluring frontier
lever, new, smoke, derange, choice