An Illusion To The Temporary Real Lyrics - Singles - Chalice

Chagrined, I lie ensconced between the dreaming and the dead 

Let my eyes perceive degrees and not directions 

For the sanguine expectations that embellished prior years 

Are the fervent hopes now lost in imperfections 

The emaciated soul seeks to conceptualize itself 

In an illusion to the temporary real 

Within, thus beyond, we segregate our spirits 

From the probing hands that touch but cannot feel 

Through cognitive dysfunction aspirations stay utopian 

Like dying leaves that to their branch still hold 

Unaware their will may yet delineate futility 

They agitate a flame already cold 

Plagued with trepidation through the volatile states 

Foreordination links me to the now 

For even if I sought escape I'd only leave despair 

And my death would be one final awkward bow