Dazed I awake Out of the grey You see this sleep was never ever good for me A stroking voice This welcome lies I know this reality as my enemy Its malice thrives On searching minds Foolishly trying to discern true destiny Still have to grant Feelings command That I’m in love with this, cruellest of energies
Life to often offers itself as a willing whore on all fours drawing you beyond your will into mind robbing foul intercourse
Although I know that the sweetest fruit can be enjoyed after tearing open one’s mouth to its prickly mind blowing hide
I have to slide to reconcile My make belief order with this entropy To write ‘em down Visions of mine And put my hope in shimmering ambiguity Prism unnamed Choas prevails Will have its way with my part in its transcendency Still have to play Deranged, the same… You see, happiness was never meant for me
Life too large, but for all I care reasons enough when finding some love somewhereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
