Hail to the forest, hail to the night
The winter in carnival shines bright
All ground is covered with a white-dead mask
Shaped out with all the shouts of men

All my bones shall unbend
And rot my skin to corrupt my soul.

There was no place I could hide in
There was just me.
The "I" that forms within.

Some spells and sorrows inside my head
Tell me I should not be here.
Im stuck among some mud creatures
My unconscious feels controlled.

...Sleep paralysis makes me wish,
wish I was part of this dirty circus.

They got into my mind,
Interrupted my sleep
They feed my memories
With lies, full of color and peace
Take me out this thorn, out of my new precious,
glorious psyche, bigger than anybody else's
naked eye capable to see beyond their normal land.

Is all dream, is it true, is all lie?
Where am I?, I'm sure hypnotized
Was it really that kind of madness?
Which made me feel I found my own path?

Did I shout so loud?...
Shaped my own dreams?
Made of illusive paths
This greatness has been made.

They got into my mind
Interrupted my sleep
They feed my memories
With lies, full of color and peace...

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