The Unreliable Narrator by Atlas At Last Lyrics

I can flood this room with whatever volume I choose
Let my machinations spill from my sleep
Quiver falling shallow - “I don’t think he can breathe,”
“His pale blood face resonates histamine.”
Snaking through a membranous labyrinth; I called, but it was lost in a tangle of submerged root and the crash of gasping shoals
Stack the pebbles geometric that reflect the falling sky
Escaping to idyllic swaths, examine pointillism on my back
Bellows rush to my bellowing hushed, sprouting my lungs and making me blush