The Shit of Adim Witt

Smoking Diamonds in the Attic

Cloaked in purple static,
Sitting in front of you, 
Smoking diamonds in the attic.

My heartbeat was emphatic,
As death seeped through,
Cloaked in purple static.

Oh, how the mind is erratic-                                            
How we tripped into the blues                    
Smoking diamonds in the attic.                                

Unlocking what seemed enigmatic- 
Confronting our wounds,
Cloaked in purple static.

Strange frequencies that sounded tragic,
Can be tonally smoothed,
Smoking diamonds in the attic. 

Let’s create our own magic,
Let’s rake our world anew,  
Cloaked in purple static,
Smoking diamonds in the attic.




<---1979                                                         

Graveyard Waltz--->             

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