Bluebells and betting matchsticks with junkies at 11.06

Its crimson and cream, and its 10:21
depleting dopamine, and your powdering my gums
Bolvian white sprinkled on your cunt,
fizzy, frantic E's, and rubies in your sex punch
she comes in threes, and you was just a maybe originally

At 11:02, I'm reading...
"Blood beating his old tattoo"
any shattered hue, reminds me of you
teal, to green, green to an azure kinda blue
i knew actually what was your favourite colour
and it fucking amazed you

We will have to get our playboy fuck on
I know the smell of the estate you are from
I've got the cirtic acid burning 'neath my skin
it moves with purity, counterfeit it may be
your the honey, and the nectar
sweet, sour, sweet, sour, your my happy hour

your weed tastes like its homegrown
poutin' pussy wet like the shootin' homo
silhouette  looks pissy, symbolising....
all my nightmares have come true

just because...
i cant see myself sobering up
just because...
when you turn your back i get my fix
just because...
I've got a serious fucking problem
just because...
i cant seem to solve them

crimson light, fillin' the twlight
it quakes, and moves, right through you
the leafs so green, serene, make believe
crimson light, fillin' the twlight
it breaks, it soothes, right through you
fixing the shattered hues with adhesive glue
and calling it the Sistine chapel
hows your flavour, my only saviour
get my fix, get my fix, brick by brick
your builing up to me, falling, falling,
forever and ever, as long as im not together
this will never end, how can i pretend,
that I'm on the mend, it will end when you hear my funreal bells
for they toll for your sorrow, and nothing else
roll love like a dice, hit me with a two, lemon haze spiced,
by opium lucky number eleven, my poppy field heaven
rasie me a six, double vodka's and golden pavillion lips
We're not bettin' matchsticks, I'll throw my soul in the mix,
cause its there for show and its fucking counterfeit

I dreamt a dream within a dream
layer upon layer of realms and the surreal...
beings, and im seeing these phantoms awake
the subconscious love, falling from the towers above,
my head, and lets not let beauty get the best of me and you
can we fix it together, and strap it like studded leather
whip it, lash it, destroy it or fucking water it and make your love...
as loud as the thunder above, it rains for your thirst
love is self destruction of the masses with or without a mental health disorder...