The crescent boundary of the stable and definite has closed upon the cradle of perception, relinquishing control to the haunts of the imagination yet again. A vast, unending, ever-shifting sea of uncertainty and chaos quickly rushes in, replacing all that was known and was to be known about the world, a world that was just left so readily, as if return was unquestionably assured. Within a span of mere seconds, the swell of the tide pushes up to the abyssal yet inviting orifices, two in number but one in purpose and identity. It enters voraciously, as if the mass of deceptively playful shadow were waiting an eternity for this opportunity. It shudders with mad delight as it passes through, contorting its molten folds as it starts to solidify, passing through a grand threshold that only serves to magnify itself. Taking forms and discarding them at once, the ever-morphing maelstrom of mirage dances through the vitreous ballroom toward the dominating shape on the other side: Mars, the Red Planet, becoming the Red Plane, ready to receive violence so that violence may find a friend in flights of fancy and—dare it admits—even wild enjoyment. It is an enjoyment that becomes the debauchment of sanity, if not just for a time that is forgotten so quickly, despite its severity. It is an enjoyment that is sometimes short-lived, or even absent, as the shapes twist into grotesque shapes and serve to only add to the fear of such an event happening again. It is futile, for it shall happen again and again and again and gain more and more control over the world of the living in the process. At the center of it all is a central form, less formless than those surrounding it but still impossible to discern if one could do such a thing in the first place. It moves gracefully, almost naturally, but with a mad fervor that is unparalleled by any single mortal in not its capriciousness, but its preciseness. The form moves around in a fractal dance as smooth, fogged patterns start to foam and coagulate into less and less abstract, yet more and more complex, shapes. The form then glides off to the side as the world it created so effortlessly takes shape, yet again, as it has for countless nights. As it will for countless nights. As it will forever.

I carve into the spirit of every single mind Taking what’s yours and leaving what’s mine As you adjust to a monochrome view of the world I replace it with a kaleidoscope of wild colours unfurled My powers are vast yet I cannot escape This space where the cornea is police tape My world is restricted by the world that I define And sometimes I wish my magic weren’t arcane but divine I’m the archmage of dreams I’m the archenemy of light I decide if your dreams are dark or bright I’m the archmage of eyes Shut closed by the night I decide what mad visions come to sight As you slip into sleep I slip into laughter You heard of the Sandman? I’m the one who comes after I wish no more but to pull the strings But you know it’s not easy now here’s the thing I chose this life, it didn’t choose me This life of complicated multifaceted monotony I willingly accepted with hungry eyes and hungry mind But as soon as it was irreversable it was obvious I was blind I’m the archmage of dreams I’m the archenemy of light I decide if your dreams are dark or bright I’m the archmage of eyes Shut closed by the night I decide what mad visions come to sight I am a tumor in your aqueous humor Ready to create a world of excitement and horror I am a tumor in your aqueous humor Ready to create a dream I stand atop the lens looking into myself I see just an abyss of imagined feelings leaking out My arms form gelatin molds of electric fields Pulsating through dancing prismatic clouds I lose myself in my own mad displays Working all night and not having days My days are stolen by my sorry excuse for a life But I will live forever, so it’s all worth it, right? For I’m the archmage of dreams I’m the archenemy of light I decide if your dreams are dark or bright I’m the archmage of eyes Shut closed by the night I decide what mad visions come to sight I’m the archmage of dreams I’m the archenemy of light I decide if your dreams are dark or bright I’m the archmage of eyes Shut closed by the night I decide what mad visions come to sight I am a tumor in your aqueous humor Ready to create a world of excitement and horror I am a tumor in your aqueous humor Ready to create a dream

In your spectral wishes I turn your truth to ashes And your forty winks Turn into forty lashes Let’s start your saturated perception A bright light flashes, a moment crashes A vortex of emotion, a spiral arm A tug a pull as your frame of reference upheaves Yet there is no physical harm In your spectral wishes I turn your truth to ashes And your forty winks Turn into forty lashes Let’s start your saturated perception Landscapes of change float along by chance And sands of time perform a dance The saccharine narcotic mind obstructs Your terminal comatose stage In your spectral wishes I turn your truth to ashes And your forty winks Turn into forty lashes Let’s start your saturated perception Turn rods into cones Use your imagination And add to your delusion With colors so bold Turn rods into cones It's your imagination It's your saccharine delusion With colors so bold Turn rods into cones I’m your imagination It’s all just an illusion And I’m in control Turn rods into cones I'm your imagination It's all just an illusion For I'm in control

Feel me, do you feel me? Nightmares they will peel me Back and, you will fear me Hear me, do you hear me? Much deeper than your sclera I instill terror No one can remove me No one can improve me I have no human contact Besides my contract I made without your permission I succeeded in my mission Feel me, do you feel me? Nightmares they will peel me Back and, you will fear me Hear me, do you hear me? Feel me, do you feel me? Nightmares they will peel me Back and, you will fear me Hear me, do you hear me? I’m in need I’m in need I’m in need But I won’t admit defeat

I believe that I’m not Alone in this place Though I wish I could Understand that idea Who could be causing Unforseen obstacles Or maybe they’re helpful And I’m just blind Who is she The one in robes Holding a golden apple She can’t wait to throw She invades My dreaming mind That twirls with discord And she is mine! I keep my eyes Peeled to the east Awaiting chaos Or just a tease She comes through my eyes Out into space Now I hunger for it So much more than just a taste Who is she The one in robes Holding a golden apple She can’t wait to throw She invades My dreaming mind That twirls with discord And she is mine! I’m drawn to her! (I’m drawn to disharmony) I’m drawn to her! (Will it do harm to me?) Do I want more from her? (I cannot believe that she) Yes I want more from her! (Stays by me comfortably) I know what I must do She is a match for me And so that means she can See all that I can see I cannot let this be! She must become me! I will become she! Usurped for eternity! Who is she The one in robes Holding a golden apple She can’t wait to throw She invades My dreaming mind That twirls with discord And she is mine! Who is she The one in robes Holding a golden apple She can’t wait to throw She invaded My dreaming mind That twirled with discord Now she is mine!

Tell me Were you in the labyrinth of confined realities last night? I saw you I saw you I saw you crawlin’ down the optic halls scrawlin’ on the walls Tell me Were you waiting for me to unearth your sarcophagus of doubt? I heard you I heard you I heard you making a scene in my sight Making a mockery of my might! Do I see an oculus here In your choroidal dome it appeared Like a new moon in an endless night I can finally see [light] Tell me Are you taunting me with retinopathy behind your optic nerve? I saw you I saw you I saw you blindin’ yourself in the process findin’ yourself in the abscess Tell me Are you hiding behind the scleral hemmorages of distorted thought? I heard you I heard you I heard you making your pupil dilate Making a mockery of what I hate! Do I see an oculus here In your choroidal dome it appeared Like a new moon in an endless night I can finally see [light] Tell me Are you incapable of dreaming what I dream? Tell me Are you inescapable or are you a twisted ticket for me? Tell me Are you a serpent’s tongue or do you have a price to pay? Tell me Are you the black lung of glossolalia voices of day? Do I see an oculus here In your choroidal dome it appeared Like a new moon in an endless night I can finally see -- Endless fields of upheaval of fear As I dash around this jail-shaped sphere My mold is broken now I must climb Over the threshold of eternal time Convex guards of twin aperture doors Are one in the same but both brandish swords The ocean that separates me from escape Is drowning me as my fingernails scrape Against the irridescent retinal wall Endless receptors of my former thrall I have nothing now for voices now say My journey to Ismara is now underway

I slept like a liquid radiation Seeping through primeval scars Past mountains of pure platinum and mercury Pooling in oceans of tongues Sing the colors Hear the voices I am done with this place Does the outside Exist anymore Do these eyes have a face? The shores are lined with crystalline secrets That dig into the eyelids of the obsidian sky I breathe through reeds of pure magnesium And soon I’ll see where the colors lie Sing the colors Hear the voices I am done with this place Does the outside Exist anymore Do these eyes have a face? Sing the colors Hear the voices I am done with this place Does the outside Exist anymore Do these eyes have a face?

I’m breaking out! I’m breaking out! Let the world hold me! I have been found! I’m breaking out! I’m breaking out! Let the world hold me! I have been found! i remember now... I touched their corneas with REM sleep For some it hurt a bit at first but soon they’d be dreamin’ again There was no laughing anymore as dreams were laid to waste But as I turned omnipresent they turned toward what I... I’m sellin’ dreams They come in a syringe If you knew the needle was goin’ in why are you so quick to cringe? I said, You live in a world with no dreams A world where dreams cannot begin So why not let me in? And I told them I Can create dreams All I need is to create my ocular twins You will let me in. You all will let me in. They satisfied my craving as I satisfied yours Knocking down pillars in your retinal gorge The charcoal expanse of the sea of unease Crumbled into life for anyone who sees! I’m sellin’ dreams They come in a syringe If you knew the needle was goin’ in Why are you so quick to cringe? I said! You live in a world with no dreams A world where dreams cannot begin So why not let me in? And I told them! I Can create dreams All I need is to create my ocular twins You will let me in. You all will let me in. I’m sellin’ dreams (they’re completely free) They come in a syringe (they’re completely me) If you knew the needle was goin’ in (ohhh) Why are you so quick to cringe? (ohhhhhh!) GIVE ME YOUR CORNEAS I SHALL USE THEM AS A THRESHOLD I’LL BE YOUR OPTHAUMATURGE I’LL BE YOUR SAVIOR OF DREAMS THAT’S WHAT I SAID TO THEM I MEANT EVERY WORD I WAS THEIR OPTHAUMATURGE NOW LET ME BE HEARD You live in a world with no dreams A world where dreams cannot begin So why not let me in? I can create dreams All I need is to create my ocular twins You will let me in. You all will let me in. And now I have escaped Into the world of humankind They hold their heads in pain Is it my fault they’re now blind? What was my hand in This degradation of souls? In ripping myself from their eyes Have I only left holes? We are dreamless We are dreamless They say We are dreamless And I’m to blame, they complain I cannot bear to see These eyes staring me down I am a spectre from another world And they’re driving me into the ground But at the same time Their looks are of wanting Could it be that they now Require my haunting? We are dreamless We are dreamless They say We are dreamless And I’m to blame, but again We are dreamless We are dreamless They say We are dreamless And I can fix everything I’ve got no choice I’m going back in Once more I must clean My rusty daggers of medicine Diving into the murky depths Of aqueous and vitreous seperated by lens I descend into the pupils... GIVE ME YOUR CORNEAS I SHALL USE THEM AS A THRESHOLD I’LL BE YOUR OPTHAUMATURGE I’LL BE YOUR SAVIOR OF DREAMS I’LL BE YOUR OPTHAUMATURGE I’LL BE YOUR SAVIOR OF DREAMS I’LL BE YOUR OPTHAUMATURGE I’LL BE YOUR SAVIOR OF DREAMS I’LL BE YOUR OPTHAUMATURGE I’LL BE YOUR SAVIOR OF DREAMS I am a tumor In your aqueous humor Ready to create a world filled with nightmares and horror I am a tumor In your aqueous humor Ready to create a dream