Time - lap photography Your mental eye like incubate cells Break your watch Stop to count It doesn't matter We're ready to love Lock heaven Like a save Perfect illusion Malicious perfection We're happy anyway Freeze fate Fancy hate, it's illusion It doesn't matter Blurred, distorted, dazzling If rain is wet We're craying all night long For we waited all life long And we like surprises Red neonscrawl, reflected walls White glimmer, liquid column Shot in the head Chromiumplated bones Hurricanes in her brain