The Proverbial Bellow

Let's stay here forever
 I am I... what is this?
 I am I... what is this?
 A God-like floating sensation
 Hands cover me
 Jolting... erupting
 Sensory bliss
 I am I... what is this?
 I am I... what is this?
 The mark is spotted
 They have found me
 Electricity screams through the fingers below)
 I am I... what is this?
 Move me to the ambulance of thought
 Tiny electric movements
 Please pick up... pick up the phone
 It's been ringing for years now
 I'm so alone here
 Sensory bliss
 I'm now elevated
 Yellow eyes stare below me
 You, him, us: multiple versions of my inner search
 The church of regret emits welcoming
 Please don't shut us out
 The red glow creates shadows... mountains
 Shadows of our choosing
 Lights in their eyes start flickering
 The proverbial bellow
 Let's stay here forever
 Beautiful eruption
 We've made our creation
 Beautiful eruption.
 We've made our creation
 Sunshine beams on their faces
 As they melt into one
 The slight hum of the grid
 The slight hum of the grid
 Sunshine beams on their faces
 As they melt into one
 The slight hum of the grid
 The slight hum of the grid
 Please pick up... pick up the phone
 It's been ringing
 Please pick up... pick up the phone
 It's been ringing for years now
 I'm so alone here
 Sensory bliss