living in boxes

In my element of danger
the lucid dreamer is spinning a deadly web of lies
choking on the atmosphere of guilt
I'm floating in and out of illusions
I disappear into the dying autumn leaves
and fall from tree branches into mother earths body
in my next life I will be a saint
bathed in divine light
a master by your side

I am not a killer
I am not a sinner
I am not a liar

I am the stoner with no best friends
just familiar faces good times and cheap thrills
drinking binges and short films
rooftop fucks from the holy lush
this is the future for living in boxes