Mokelé

As the white dreams go static by the winds
While it wipes all the trees and clouds
All the visions of a muddled memory
Fades beneath all the blurry stills

As the white dreams go static by the winds
While it wipes all the buildings and grounds
As the pearly gates closing unforseen
As the white dreams go static by the winds

Swallowed up by the hands of time

And all of the signs lead it in
It’s turning the tide into fiends
And all of the signs lead it in
It’s turning and turn the tide into fiends

Often see you out there
Mokelé-mbembe

As the white dreams go static by the winds
While it wipes all the trees and clouds
And All the visions of a muddled memory
Fades beneath all the blurry stills

Cracks are dawning cold under the skin
Tremble all then seize and falls
Palms are laid out catching a trapeze
Falling of from this crooked mind

It rises it falls it calls you out
Bleak demands only holds it out
It rises it falls it calls you out
Bleak demans only holds it out

Often see you out there
Mokelé-mbembe

It’s all just a pebble
Just stick it up to the west side
Face all the angles
Clarity hangs on the other side
It may seem irrational
Just ride your way till the sunset
A well prized endavour
Clouded away on the other side