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The neon lights shadowing your moves…
The ants marchin making things click...
All for one moment it's dream from heaven or is it hell...
So inviting, so soothin to finding haven within…
Afraid to look out the window of wonder..
Seeing only a blur of the road and the night sky..
It’s a bubble world of electric dreams..
Running from town to town..
So many demands from different directions.. Am I a puppet or a person..
So lonely that I'm a dark muse with misery for my only friend..
Non stop neon madness the lights so blinding..
Only to see the blackness & hearing the roar of thousands..
Wishing the house lights would never come up..
Fame, Success, Paranoia with the possibility of failure… There price to to pay…
It’s a bubble world of electric dreams…
Sanctity in the pain within… Sanctity in the fears within…
Baby, it’s such a comforting thought…
Standing with my what seems my only friend in my hands..
The only way to express surrounded by the thrill of it all..
Singing to the masses longing for their acceptance..
Singing to the angels above and the devil below..
Not afraid of crossing the lines..
Alot of smoke and mirrors for a set goal of vision..
The bridges connecting..
It’s a bubble world of electric dreams..
I feel so lost in this pipedream.. I am the generation lost to it's own cruelty..
Finding the strength to go on..
Never forgetting the experiences of life and love lost..
Crying my heart out to the angels above and the devil below..
It's a need to get something off my chest..
The efforts worth the pain and anger I feel inside..
My feelings on my sleeve showing others experiences..
I'm broken with my only way to heal at my hands.. Curlin up in the solace of my own mental insanity.. The fears compounding to a breakdown.. Sittin on a cloud while the dance in the sky.. The kind of pipe dream you don't ever want to end.. Grasping on to it for as long as I can facing reality.. It's a love and a need... the only way to make me happy.. Sanctuary, the concecrated place with the fears within…
It’s such a comforting thought…It’s a bubble world of electric dreams.
(c) 2003 Majickal Productions/Rebeka Kastler
