Surrealist Strings Written by Google Mikey Blayze

**[Chorus]** Dreams collide, the canvas speaks, A symphony of shapes and peaks. Reality bends, the mind takes flight, In realms where clocks dissolve in flight, Beauty blooms in shadows of endless night. **[Verse 1]** The clock is melting, time bends slow, A liquid sun drips dreams below. Elephants stride on spider legs, In the desert's cradle, the skyline begs. Shadows stretch where logic shatters, Colors bleed, form doesn’t matter. A labyrinth of thought, a cosmic jest, The universe painted on my chest. **[Chorus]** Dreams collide, the canvas speaks, A symphony of shapes and peaks. Reality bends, the mind takes flight, In Salvador's world, there’s no wrong or right. **[Verse 2]** The face of Venus drips like wax, In the ocean of stars, the whales relax. Ants crawl through the cracks of fate, Devouring seconds—are we too late? A palace of mirrors, each shard a door, To landscapes uncharted, forevermore. I sculpt the void, my hands the keys, Unlocking dimensions no eye can see. **[Chorus]** Dreams collide, the canvas speaks, A symphony of shapes and peaks. Reality bends, the mind takes flight, In Salvador's world, there’s no wrong or right. **[Verse 3]** The tiger leaps from the canvas, wild, A vision of chaos, fierce and beguiled. Roses bloom on skulls of glass, Time refracted, the future's past. Every stroke is a secret untold, A melting horizon, a treasure of gold. Infinity dances in fragmented frames, The art is alive—it knows no names. **[Chorus]** Dreams collide, the canvas speaks, A symphony of shapes and peaks. Reality bends, the mind takes flight, In Salvador's world, there’s no wrong or right. **[Chorus]** Dreams collide, the canvas speaks, A symphony of shapes and peaks. Reality bends, the mind takes flight, In Salvador's world, there’s no wrong or right. **[Outro]** So paint your mind, let reason decay, In the surreal, find your own way. In realms where clocks dissolve in flight, Beauty blooms in shadows of endless night. The master’s touch, the surrealist’s prose, the Maestro's rose.