Time Is Imaginary Testo

going to kill you. And you know what king, time is imaginary."


White cello in an archway
Frosted glass across the courtyard
Lead light and beams
The dignity and insistence of age
Swallowing me up as I approach thirty


Coloured ideas that once were monochrome
Manifest themselves in this great mansion
The woodwork of centuries
I cannot greet new buildings
I lust after the ancient


You trip me up and graze my knee
And I'll shrug the responsibility of healing
There's all this blood on the inside of my trousers
There's an 'L' shaped tear in well cut cloth
I'm only learning


Less and less I worry
More and more I dream
And I'll feed myself sweet nectared knowledge
And I'll suffer its consequences


Time is imaginary