Bayfield

Looks like I'll still keep hangin' in a dream, keep remembering

The soul it might not be just what it seem, we imaginin'

A temple laden with some mezzaz(n)ines, so perfunctory

And hopefully these bannisters can take all of our mumbling

(All of our mumbling)

Please just hear me out it's only getting colder

In between the moments all the embers they don't cease to smolder

And I still behold the potent isolation spillin' over

Underneath the gloom and fear it's clear that all my bones are golden

Am I ever gonna be the one to show the way uh, uh, but what do I gotta say?

Is there anything that we can do to collaborate uh, uh, or am I goin' insane?

It's okay to be a little bit impure and deranged uh, uh, no need to commiserate