Is this an illusion of misplaced sentiments..

I hold a dagger before me

To bend the dark light ways

You see a fog bank

Ruling trolls thieved

Dance no gold

That lost silver screen

Got me feeling punky

You know what I mean

Like theres sharp objects

Got my insides screaming

Those mouths sounding off

Got swamp water slime molds

Metephores for crooked clocks

Is this your dream for me

Hey I don't see it

Hey I don't see it

Wonderland Hovercrafts

Messing the cinema into blood

It made a mess of nothing

And your perception

Distortion love

Radio dude

You!