Magic Chaos Psychedelia - Enshadowed

It’s a black star, dark star

A higher state of consciousness

A glimpse with the eyes of the insane

Vision through frames

the living paintings

It doesn’t matter

I’m of no matter

Just vision

A sense pulled and drowned

in the horizon black and forth

I feel the living colors

I put together the fragments of reality

Puzzled left comforted in paranoia

Will it end soon or this is what it always has been?

This is magic

It’s the awareness that chaos is my home

My only home and my astral endless

Beautiful prison

That’s Magic Chaos Psychedelia