Amneion

The part of the world which draws you in
Leaves your body on the meadow, your vision dims
Carries your mind into it's multi-spectrum whirlpool alarm
And shines into the eyes of frightened angry farmers

It's no path to heaven, has no angel boss
No gate to hell, has no demon master
It's just a hot heavy daydream that will drag your soul across the pasture
It's just a roll in the supernatural disarray

So keep away from Amneion and it's bright haze
When you go chasing feathers
Or following lynch-mobs
 astray