Myron and Cole had a plan heading of to another world

Inhaling an acre of Myrons sweet garden of pleasure

Waving goodbye to the rational patterns of thinking



High above, swans sails the orbits of earth

Waiting for peace below

Dying to go with the flow



Cole starts to shiver,

he`s sweating and swears that an angel`s here

He`s crying while speaking of colors which does not exist



Let me bleed for knowledge an angel possess

Speak to the world through me

I live for a reason to be



Myron stood up and he laughed in his moment of clarity

Said to his friend "are we ever to come to our senses?"



High above, swans sails the orbits of earth

Waiting for peace below

Dying to go with the flow