Heart stop, and carry on through the light.. Can you tell me what I'm missing?. This sleep sought after twists the dagger in the question of what lies within..
Forty days and nights I've spent alone.. The shadow hungry angel inside of me grows cold.. Bloodshed on my mind.. A slave to these walls.. Get away from the life sucking call..
It starts as one festering feeling. The kind that cuts from the flesh down to the soul.. No way (no way) to make amends for the time behind the door. Street lights feed lies straight to the mind of the wishful wanderer..
Welcome to the truth; a life that's not your own.. Controlled by labor, printed paper and the corruptors of the world.. Synthetic lies collect our minds to the beast..
As I slip away... thoughts rushing through me.. Angelic call?. Or a demon that's calling my name?. Enter the intrepid state.. Enter beyond what is seen to the spiritual stream of the vacant..
Staring up at the ceiling, while I'm falling into the flames.. Something's gnawing my shoulder and scarring this moment into my memory frame.. . The fathers speak, but might as well be castrated (castrated)..
A race suppressed by oath and seal.. The ancient tribe, it groans.. This cold life released us from the physical plane of the human race.. Closing the lines..
Shut out from this ancient truth.. We are blind inside.. Migrant souls from a distant world?. There's an absence of knowledge.. . Reaching out for the pulse of our own..
Connect these signs. The evidence will. Lend itself to be more than just a lie. I'm. Not asking much, just a simple request. That you think for yourself, once in this.
There's a vessel and it's sinking at sea.. An apparition that's beckoning me.. As the cold, dark night brings on the sweat, I slowly drift away.. . Stuck down at the bottom of the orange cylindrical state of mind..