There was this one night I died, I confide in you only because I have no one else
The coldness was only overshadowed by the joyful loss of self
As I stared down the utter dark, I remembered what I needed
And, left the rest to be forgotten, discarded, tossed away, and unheeded
How long I left was inconsequential to the size of the regret
of coming back to Earth in waves of sweat, and loss of breath
The stranger inside my head had brought me back to die again
but I can't forget the thing I saw because it left me her debt
The blackest flesh like staring into emptiness,
With hair down to her breasts that resembled flaming nebulas
I don't know why I was brought to that place, but I disgrace the gift
if I don't suck it up, and swallow it until there's nothing left, YO

I saw GOD in a dream
SHE was the most beautifulest thing, you ever seen, you ever seen
And she called out unto me, why are you worrying? Your dead already, dead already.

Sometimes I think I'm just paranoid, maybe I didn't stare into the nothingness
and see that I wanted to stay there
Maybe subconscious fears repressed for years debilitated me because I was
naive to expect that they would protect me or even play fair
I've been behind the dime from time to time, but I can't remember a better
example of when it left me feeling so sublime
Maybe this truth of mine has left me blind to greater things than my oh-so precious mind can ever hope to find solo.
The total sum of my experience was tested by a presence that molested
the willingness to keep my ego invested,
temptress of the the most ethereal material ever blessed kid
an understanding so beyond it was unkind, yeah, she was that fine.

I saw GOD in a dream
SHE was the most beautifulest thing, you ever seen, you ever seen
And she called out unto me, why are you worrying? Your dead already, dead already.

She was unexplainable, a feeling, you've never felt on Earth, on Earth, on Earth
She made you feel pitiful, made you feel beautiful, made you feel what you were
Nothing, EVERYTHING

That whisper made me shiver, ghosts in my peripherals escaped
to stay unseen but leave their residue intact
An apprehension that delivers on the promise that conditional
existence is not only an unfair shake but a predatory act.
The fact maintains the ground we stand but when the maintenance
goes untended we are left with only things that were pretended
Tasting her was worth the pergutory even if the glory that I
wished for only leaves me lost and discontended, She'll be back

I saw GOD in a dream
SHE was the most beautifulest thing, you ever seen, you ever seen
And she called out unto me, why are you worrying? Your dead already, dead already.