Captain and The Purple Lady - Subculture Sage

I feel I’m slowly slipping into a next dimension

I feel my visions going and being replaced by flashing lights

It’s not my city, evil is no longer chasing me

I need to grow my wings back.

Angels have to fly

I’m back now, back out of the background, back with a bang «that sound»

Back from the depths of the unknown where the sun comes up but it never goes

back down

Watch close, we’re all frequencies

It seems to be this view is called mad now

Or it was then, we’ve all been asleep, wakey wakey guys it’s a crackhouse

There’s good here but still bad there we must learn the bad to be good

That’s what Niccolo said but Niccolo’s Dead, nor is he from these parts of the

wood

Time goes on and I try and act honestly but why did it have to get to a time

where iv got to be

History repeats, see what’s forgot reads, tread lightly when the monster sleeps

I feel I’m slowly slipping into a next dimension

I feel my visions going and being replaced by flashing lights

It’s not my city, evil is no longer chasing me

I need to grow my wings back.

Angels have to fly

Watch the smoke circle around the room

Trancend, become the smoke, its movements bound by you

An ounce of truth is hard to take with a pinch of salt, lift your soul

Who’s in control?

A show of ha ds around the room

Still up on that kean though, xannys get them I dead that

Iv said it before I’ll say it again we are our only setbacks

Get that into your head, start thinking my friend, feel what it is because

we’re them

Forget the drop just connect the dots our spirits will never end