invocation کے بول

The bluest band takes my fear into its hands And holds it close And on its word all my senses scream I'm not alone Wind-up faces in the coldest void Cosmic sweeping back Blacked out by the dreams of oceans and hills Like I've always had, ooh Instead of blood, she might open tiny floods The heart away In grandish love where the canyons roar Or lasers spray All the sweetness of a can of fresh-squeezed [?] Not from concentrate Give me comfort, I feel strength Laughing spacey Chinese fire drill