The Pipeline.

Collective thoughts on the eternal black known as death.

A pipeline into another state of mind if you listen you fill find
The tornado of death is beaming sublime to take your entity to an unearthly kind

Through depths of black and roads unseen there is a light that shines and gleams
Down through history and time alone the beginning of man is a mystery it seems.

Just like the darkness the light adds dimension, just as the heart grows it turns a new page
Like falling asleep for eternal waves of black the day is night at any age.