Risingson (Otherside)

I seen you go down to a cold mirror It was never clearer in my error You click a shine upon your forehead or Check it by the signs in the corridor You light my ways through the club maze We would struggle through the dub daze I sink myself in hair upon my lover It's how you go down to men's room sink Sad we talk how madmen think I sink myself in hair upon my lover I don't know her from another miss I don't know you from another See me run now you're gone, dream on Why you want to take me to this party and breathe I'm dying to leave Every time we grind you know we sever lines Where have those flowers gone Long time passing Why you keep it testing, keep on tasking I keep on asking Toy-like people make me boy-like Toy-like people make me boy-like They're invisible, when the trip it flips They get physical, way below my lips And everything you got hoi-poloi like Now you're lost and you're lethal Now's a fine time, you gotta leave all These good people, dream on Nicer than the bird up in the tree top Cheaper than the chip inside my lap top All the variations you could do with me Nicer than the girl up in your mind you're free Automatic crystal remote control, we come to move your soul You kinda fade into the background Like a better smoke'll bring you back round Like a man slide inside you my dear Your cheap beer's filled with crocodile tears See 'em run now your gone, dream on I found a reason Toy-like people make me boy-like Toy-like people make me boy-like Dream on