When you tried to define I was gone
I was
Gone
Gone
Gone
I was
Scared
You would compare
The truth with the dare
The sound with the air
They are the same from a certain perspective
Were all the same
if you could see
from Jove’s
direction
His slug eyes paint with wasted time
The yellow dotted line
On the road to Aztlan
I lost our first song
In AM GOLD
I am holy ghost
I am teocuitlatl
I am the
Sound
happens
faster than light
To the mind
To the mind
There’s a gap
between
BD cooper and the plane
I can’t explain
How I got simple
And you got a way
Of making me
Gone
Gone
Gone
When you cross
Me you cross the Rubicon
When you lost track of me
I derailed
When you divined me
I failed
When you define I was gone
I was
Gone
Gone
Gone
Adieu, chère ME SPACE ! je ne vous verrai jamais plus. I will return to my original love that you can not digitize, macaroni art.