Reflections of what you are Imagination is overpriced
Sadly rooted, an old version of myself So passionately in others minds That can't be seen As anything else They think I desire no affection
Cutting Strings Escaping reality Leave it all behind As If it was only myself
No one seems to notice My mind is my own paradise Trapped inside I can see clearly now Risks are getting higher I don't need your consent
A man on the spectrum The darkest shade to define fate Spread the arms away
My demons should be GLORIFIED The dark lurks through the night WICKED SOUL
A loop of flesh and blood Never look back Don't question myself Poison my mind Eyes dazzling Heart pure gold
Contagious No equal form Its threatening A bone taken from The elder men
Uttering words Seem so unreal Why do I feel Unrivaled
And just yearn For a kind face While the others long to be In some distant fate
Between what is and what is not absorbed by us Men would rather walk through the Void Advantage, Satisfaction In conspiracy with its equals
Possessing the quiet and ultimate truth He shall fall from afar Mesmerized by the breeze's flavour Suspended in Space-time Falling headlong in the most impressive way Against the Human raceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
