Grayscale Art Iris Bilinsky

[Verse 1]
[?], the grayscale art and
The bags under my eyes, my blue light [?]
Asimov, turn me off but
My wounded ego howled from underneath the couch

[Chorus]
And you float along to Avalon and start to relapse
You dream along the paths they pawn and you ain't coming back

[Verse 2]
[?] eve, flows from me when
The shit I talk subsides, my fear of you [implied?]
Feel the breath of simple death
Your senses will decline, the gratifying mind

[Chorus]
But you'll float along to Avalon and start to relapse
Oh, you'll dream along the paths they pawn and you ain't coming back

[Bridge]
And [?] where the knots we bear its logic failed
I paid the fare, but don't take me there, for all I care
I cringe at thee, you laugh at me and watch me bleed
You'll leave the dreams and everything in your regime
Oh you [?] forget [?]