Held captive in plain sight The reflection of blinded silence Held captive in mounting dread A depiction of touting violence
No escape from inside their heads The dilemma now becoming blinded locked in to a brand new shining prison Khaal-Li-Phar claiming himself supreme behind the curtain the maestro of this machine
The false reality generated by hate Perceptual slavery, we take the bait Staring into the maze, the hall of mirrors Cold deception a tourniquet of rage and fear
Asleep catatonic they stagger to their demise Installed into their minds, these chains disguised as time Pulling them further, binding them to a pyre of lies A cybernetic playground, tear out your eyes Replace them with the buzzing of flies
To mask the wounds, to feel alive Bleak handed absence sold as the next new distraction The claws that held the seams of astral realms Forgotten, stolen was the numinous Forbidden were their dreams
The fleshwalkers stand as prison guards Khaal-Li-Phar as the warden Once the cage was sealed The nanoverse locked in The era of diversion had begun
Malevolent masters staked their claim The tyrant stood upon all he created Determined to punish all, all that he hated
Enslave the masses with deceptive powers Holding terror in vein Frenzied, wide eyed and feral It felt too late, but the time was of the essence Final hourTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
