Treetop

Raven grinning from the arbory

I'm Dafoe, kerosene and honey

Kinda like that golden brown aniseed

White boy on the block, burnt nape all prickly

Getting solicited by new meets

In the Irish pub on Chapel Street

Some weird sense reality, all I'm working to keep

Then it goes, like a forgotten dream

Then it goes, like a forgotten dream

World is absurd, they put an AI totem pole in Oldis Gardens

I don't process what occurred, so I'm steady laughing