Barrier time,
it comes with the seasons
illuminating ryhme,
alone for the reason
it can’t see.
Exceptionally fine,
a transcendental reason
plastic makeup time,
its transcendental treason,
you can see.
Mortally wounded,
cry a bloodstained pillow
helplessly split
don’t make me feel…
unreal.
Concentrated acid,
excruciating solemnity
makes the lonely placid,
but kills them in an entity…
can’t see.
Barrier time,
it comes with the seasons
illuminating ryhme,
alone for the reason,
it is free.
Copyright: Anthony Leonard Ostheimer (ALO), 10 October 1973
Fabulously, deep lyrics !