Diamonds and porcelain

Taxi in, taxi out, the word of mouth is law in the throat of hell.

In the guest in the house of the setting sun,
With words from the king who draws the laws we all follow,
Ridding the elephant into the deserts of thought we run from,
Stonning the ego with remorse, no sense of complain,
Forever emotional about beauty, translate love into pain
When the bag is empty, nothing to be declared in vain,
To think outside a box that doesn't exist
There is no desert, the sea is empty and there's no rain.

Diamonds on my tongue, perceptions are high, the dust builds the stars we all follow,
Let it in to let it all out, son of the morning, bastards of the night,
Hyms of mermaids are diamonds in the sky,
emotional as beauty, into the ocean of pleasure we dive.

Conversations that difine infinity, the spirit is tainted and this privation of sleep makes us go deep, into warm porcelain.
Drinking with thirst with demons that make us feel like gods, i'm clay; all calm and counsciousness of fear, fast foward to glowing wisdom, we all perish into nothing.