Dry Land

Because I’m addicted to Escapism
When I Shoot I don’t speak of Great Vision
I lose myself in the bottom of a spoon
The whole Universe spinning in one tiny room.
 
Red means Stop
But Red Means Go
See the red flag drop
a fiended Domino
 
Look for yourself, Draw your life in the sand
And surf through the barrel to the shores of dry land
It’s a wonderful life, until the magic runs out
Then reality slams back, Pain, no escape route.
 
Alice, you cursed me you Witch! You Knew!
And yet you said naught of the Evil that grew…