#Dream Driller
Fragments of a trapdoor world.
A mystery bird.
The song he sings of the absurd.
My dream driller
Reality killer.
Made of smoke and mirror.
Corridors with endless doors.
Each door hides something new.
A secret or two.
My dream driller.
Reality killer.
Made of smoke and mirror.
A kiss from the abyss.
I'm awake, mind twisting like a snake.
Please remember all of this.
But only fragments remain.
Always the same.
My dream driller
Reality killer
made of smoke and mirror.
