Album Cover Burning Vapour

Burning Vapour

The Four Owls

4

Yeah, I got ′em caught in the mellow hype

While I sit, transfixed, staring at a yellow light

Castles in clouds looking kinda heaven-likeI'm old school sega

Peeps see the Mega Drive

Let me fly

Rain feeds the greenery

Defend while the four machines rape the scenery

Makin′ my escape down the stream with these

Makeshift boats made from leaves and trees

My head shrouded in a grey mist

Longing to escape, make my way back to nature

Engines and pistons coughing up red oil

They're after me

My mastery

Gotta leave them foiled

To the soil

The life bed

Not yet

Feel it in my heart right here

This is God sent

And I send hell spawn to their cot deaths

Spreading my wings wide

And exhale a long breath

The burning vapour

Scent of eternal danger

Cradle of life

Hand rocks the manger

Now plagued with the curse of ancients

Until we break free

And return to nature

The burning vapour

Scent of eternal danger

Cradle of life

Hand rocks the manger

Now plagued with the curse of ancients

Until we break free

And return to nature

I'm gonna fly out this world on a bless tip

Get blessed with colourful pyrotechnics

Visions on a wide lens tip

Eyes mirror spitting claret when a neck′s slit

Militant hydro-peng spliffs

Rights and the passion -mechanical fashion extras

Dash past the hedges

IPod touch never touched nerves like solar plexus

Yet the sun′s got my back like its co-defendant

Seeing patterns from a crystal as I hold the pendant

Cryptic messages from spirit worlds past to present

So I be chilling like Marshall

With a Parker on a purple hill

Breath particles are part florescent

When the bar's revealed

Turn a skyscraper into child

With only thoughts of will

Hallucinate till the only thing I see is parks and fields

Rivers run silver

Not like cars emitting harmful fuels

Beautiful enigma is place I be embarking to

The burning vapour

Scent of eternal danger

Cradle of life

Hand rocks the manger

Now plagued with the curse of ancients

Until we break free

And return to nature

The burning vapour

Scent of eternal danger

Cradle of life

Hand rocks the manger

Now plagued with the curse of ancients

Until we break free

And return to nature