Nostradamus - Miraflores

My fantasy crossed the ocean, to a park full of dead Kennedys
Slept at the flying dogs, I sneaked in you said
Alone in the smog I drank the leaves, ball was rolling
Upon my middle finger, spices

Burnt my mouth, and I cried
All I could eat was my own soul
Extended skulls were lying in the sand
From the land I couldn't see the lines

A cloud of flying rats covering the sky, as I cleaned what they left behind
Up to the Inca mountains I met myself, headaches spraying shit everywhere
Un bleu azur d'une profondeur infinie, above my head

Back to the bitch, an angel
Took me to the malecón
Ate raw fish lying on grain balls
Dipped in the blood of the soil

I swallowed the pills
Mother nature
Took me back
From the dead

A cloud of flying rats covering the sky, as I cleaned what they left behind
Up to the Inca mountains I met myself, headaches spraying shit everywhere
Un bleu azur d'une profondeur infinie, above my head

Back to the bitch, an angel
Took me to the malecón
Ate raw fish lying on grain balls
Dipped in the blood of the soil

I swallowed the pills
Mother nature
Took me back
From the dead

Written by:
Kevin Reymond

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