The Proverbial Bellow

Let's stay here forever I am I... what is this? I am I... what is this? A God-like floating sensation Hands cover me Jolting... erupting Sensory bliss I am I... what is this? I am I... what is this? The mark is spotted They have found me Electricity screams through the fingers below) I am I... what is this? Move me to the ambulance of thought Tiny electric movements Please pick up... pick up the phone It's been ringing for years now I'm so alone here Sensory bliss I'm now elevated Yellow eyes stare below me You, him, us: multiple versions of my inner search The church of regret emits welcoming Please don't shut us out The red glow creates shadows... mountains Shadows of our choosing Lights in their eyes start flickering The proverbial bellow Let's stay here forever Beautiful eruption We've made our creation Beautiful eruption. We've made our creation Sunshine beams on their faces As they melt into one The slight hum of the grid The slight hum of the grid Sunshine beams on their faces As they melt into one The slight hum of the grid The slight hum of the grid Please pick up... pick up the phone It's been ringing Please pick up... pick up the phone It's been ringing for years now I'm so alone here Sensory bliss