Why do we all, dream of unattainable circumstances, unwilling to stop for the wall, untill we achieve complete oblivion. Pressing, onward to find, these empty words, that fill my mind, and leave me... Gasping for air, clawing from the darkest depths of my mind, Wishing that i didnt care, to reach my ultimate and utter demise. Time and space, create, endless voids. The conscience mind, ignores, all that is yet to be. Perspective, is all you need, to rationalize, the possibilities, What do you see? If everythings so meaningless then why should i give half a shit? In the end we're all helpless, i guess its what you make of it! Evolutionary state of, worthless god O' the creator! Forget your material things, they...will Devour you from inside, when...you Least expect the end, it...will Dismantel all your bull shit, evey single lie! And when we die, can it be undone? A conscience battle, that cant be won. In this game, are we in control? I'll ask these questions, untill im gone! Meaning is what you make of it, Take what you want from it! If it's not what it seem then it might be a dream! Open your eyes to this, Depression is made from bliss! If you know what i mean then you're living this dream! Meaning is what you make of it! Open your eyes to this! Depression is made from bliss! If you feel this is real then take hold of the wheel! An endless search to find yourself, Trust in you and no one else, When we reach the end how can we tell? You'll feel it inside when this hatred's alive!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
