Make me see through eyes. Of a different soul. Cause mine are closed and sealed. Since long before. To seek and hopefully find. Find my own voice. To sail beyond the sunset.
Cheering crowds deify their waste. Making love to their disgrace. After so much how could you not fall asleep, dream and die?. Fit for nothing dead where you lay.
That lashed right on the head of the nail. A thousand years. It was the last moment. Figured it out. How the honey burns. Figured it out. Stick on me so sweet.
Lined up waiting for the execution. Blank stares fall from out of trees. Never leave home praying for the new solution. Sick from all the indifference in the breeze.
I've masked myself so long. so why have you nursed these tears. and now it seems so clear. the life you gave is broken. ugly hmans round up razorblades.
Ravaged skies. rain. did you forget. have you forgotten. liar. did you forget. cause it's not over yet. cheater. the digital reads. 20to2. and the radio is screaming.
There was a sign on an ancient veil,. A dream that never really was. She only ever seemed to hope for a world. So surreal to the touch. She doesn't want to wake.
Paralyzed. And never coming back. Even when your eyes are open. Everything turns to black. . Soon forgotten senses. Incubates the soul. Hiding from the light fantastic.
Witches grow restless. The priests are impatient. My legions scream. The gates must be open. . Our master repels. A massage of hope. On through the gates we march.
Grace - in a perfect world. On shines the light. Praise - an angelic song. But there's another side you'll see. Now hide. Salvation easily denied. . Reigns - Down with misery.
Walk away from the nightmare. Total eclipse of the mind. Eyes that have always been blind. Replaced by a different kind. . What has been all around?. Gone through my time.
We're the carriers of a new anomaly; Fold, unfold. Bend, shift color.. Always turning our backs to the wind. Deaf to the inner voices screaming.. Purpose, profit, act only to gain. Blistered tounges from licking greedward..
A stale organic cage. Incarceration. I'm in the stranger: me. (Lost in corporeal inanity). The user of my face; beneath its guise I rot. A paradox in terms. (I am now what I'm not).
A stale organic cage. Incarceration. I'm in the stranger: me. (Lost in corporeal inanity). The user of my face; beneath its guise I rot. A paradox in terms. (I am now what I'm not).
No more ifs, no bias, no ambiguity. No wondering whether this is it. Clarity so brightly wrong. The image so painfully absolute. . No edges blurred on this awareness.
Unbound to the pale and lifeless day by the multi-colored, multiform. A spinning anti-dream unthought. Exceeding the obsolete reality. Overheated inner shape generator. Blowing every cerebral fuse.