The Doubletalker & The Sle:perspe:ker

Northern lights inside - they hurt my mind
Spices by design burn my tongue and make me cry
Gone out - out of myself
I see myself - sit beside myself
I saw and heard it all
It's safely stored inside my head
Still there are bins, though,
Containing fragments unescaped...
...even when the soul...
When the soul desires rest
When the soul - would like to sigh out of fatigue
When the soul - when the soul desires rest
When the soul - when the soul would want to sleep
Gone out - out of myself
I see myself - sit beside myself
And I'm an eye...
I'm an eye-witness to the murder of myself