Flying on my steampunk angel joyride in the airship festival sky
Shooting you a message from the 7th heaven like a Russian spy
Meet me in the golden hour
Where the skies thin
And Everything That Can Be
Will come spilling in

Heaven we anticipate
As we contemplate setting arson to the prison we're taught to assimilate
And to the paradigm taught to debilitate our minds
Keeping us from being able to debate
And our thoughts to emulate in destructive poetry

Well in the midst of our little blight
I can't help but keep those golden skies In sight
Seeing angels guiding airships in their pilgrimage to steampunk avalon
It's a wonder-high
No wonder I'm right
That our dreams are just another reality
A thought that gets too much enmity

Overdosed on caffeine
Overindulged in dopamine
Got knocked out
And in my dreams I see
Gnomes and fae folk
Dancing amidst the sunset
Singing praises to the one who made it
Makes me remember what I've always wanted
Seeing life though the eyes of an old time lullabye

Life can still be true to what we've always saw in it
All things work through similarities
And is shared through principalities of the Federation State
But I'm beyond interdimensional airspace
Lounging in my pocket dimension, listening to old cassettes
Of EDM vocalized by bygone alphabets
But to let you catch up, I'll dip
Into the 2nd best heaven
Where I'll be...

Flying on my steampunk angel joyride in the airship festival sky
Shooting you a message from the 7th heaven like a Russian spy
Meet me in the golden hour
Where the skies thin
And Everything That Can Be
Will come spilling in