The World Looks Red / The World Looks Black

Push it away
The world looks red
People wish fish eyes
The ground sucks
Walk on my fingertips
Displacing the fog
The weight of my body is too much to bear
The memory drains the life from a dog
An ocean of insects works like a sheet
The immevoable fact buries my mind
In a horse-hair coat in a pile on the floor
Bury my mind
Bury mind
Bury my mind
Bury my mind
Follow the Sleeper
Follow the Maker
Follow the Keeper
Follow the Leaver
Follow the Sleeper
Follow the Sleeper
Follow the Sleeper
Follow the Sleeper