bleached fragments of immaculate consciousness dwell behind the shapeless void eyes reopened, movements detected perception reactivated
agony procreated by a distorted mind that feeds on shadows against the wall of substance
I'm the insane, the figure not shaped translucent, indefinite, blank the spiritual disharmony perpetually drowning in tears
my glance can't reach the cold and distant sun defective projection of my inner torment am I real? Am I alive?
[Chorus] greed and despair voraciously swallow all signs of hope from our newborn sun serenity is what I cling to in my psychic seclusion
the inner mutation draws iridescent paths through the void your empty faith is rejected mirroring abstract prophecies
this world is sentenced to death and we unconsciously procreate the infection
the turmoil arises from negation as we speak, as we deceive ourselves denying the truth, but allowing the deceit the two of my eyes blindly scan the unexpected
my glance can't reach the cold and distant sun defective projection of my inner torment am I real? Am I alive?
[Chorus] greed and despair voraciously swallow all signs of hope from our newborn sun serenity is what I cling to in my psychic seclusion
images framed in a regretful vortex of disillusion the teeth of insanity still glimmering waiting for my demise as the tortured hands of reason sharpen their nails against my nerves I proclaim my failureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
