In the Coldness of a Dream

The deep is deep / this is only chaos and death /
Seance and breath / when they play on the flesh /
a queen like Nefaru lay on his chest /
the dean is forever /
take prey on success /
I can find god without needing a coordinate /
hand to hand /
man to man /
feed a nigga fortunate /
seven gold cities of Cíbola isn’t all of it /
Cut a lion’s head off and wear it like an ornament /
This isn’t something that’s conventional in its origin /
It’s a situation of people needing some more from him /
It’s primordial for the devil to want to war with him /
Chaos and conflict always has been the norm for him /
He was a product of a Machiavellian myth /
Sacred mushrooms and some amerindian piff /
The Navajo twins that carried me in the myst /
To Korriban and entered the academy of the sith /
Heaven or Hell / which one was my heart /
You lived on the edge / of death when you’re gone /
Your bones become scars /
When you murder your soul /
You levitate high up above.