E.S.P - NIM VIND

Start to lose myself between

The lines that blurred the past and future

No tense

No time

Dissolved disaster in the prime and grime

Years the steer and peer into

Paradigms of rhyme and suitor

Cannot demonstrate on fate

Cannot restrain the rain of embers

I’m calling, calling your name

I’m calling… You

In a dream in my reality

I’ts your telepathy

It’s calling out to me

When I bleed cold, quiet anxiety

I’ts your telepathy

It’s calling out to me

In a dream in my reality

I’ts your telepathy

It’s calling out to me

I can’t believe these eyes inside of me

I’ts your telepathy

It’s calling out to me now

In a quiet moment hear

The sound of footstepped floor thats leaking

Vreaks and cracks crawl up my back

And jam and heal the voice that’a apeaking

Breaking ground on breaking down

The last remaining peace that keeps me going now

On the edge and on the ledge

Of the whirling maelstrom spiraling down

I’m calling, calling your name

I’m calling… You

In a dream in my reality

It;

s your telepathy

It’s calling out to me

When I bleed cold, quiet anxiety

I’ts your telepathy

It’s calling out to me

In a dream in my reality

I’ts your telepathy

It’s calling out to me

I can’t believe these eyes inside of me

I’ts your telepathy

It’s calling out to me now

Whoa oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh

Whoa oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh

Oh oh oh oh

In a dream in my reality

It’s your telepathy

It’s calling out to me

When I bleed cold, quiet anxiety

It’s your telepathy

It’s calling out to me

In a dream in my reality

It’s your telepathy

It’s calling out to me

I can’t believe these eyes inside of me

I’ts your telepathy

It’s calling out to me now

It’s calling out to me now

Whoa…