I sank down the plane of delusion. It’s vast expanses mocked my advances, and bid me, “Oh fragile mind, you will learn how to fracture.” Scrawled across the walls the suffering saint cries out: “Is it madness to retreat from the myopic gaze[1] that holds us captive?”[2]
Follow me, I’ll take you to the edge of reason. Fall with me[3], we’ll make a home in our delusion. I split my mind[4] ten thousand times, but in every world there’s no exit. No exit.[5]
No madness in a dream[6] - no walls surround me to keep me safe. The straight line you draw for me: So perfect, so pure.Untie me from reality. When every word is falling from your mouth, don’t let it become your escape
Make an escape from the monolith[7]; scale the lies of material despondency. I waited on the tracks of reason, but my train of thought it never came, it never came.[8]
The straight line you draw for me: So perfect, so pure; so perfect, so pure
I’d change the world but I can’t change myself I saw you shout at the shadows.[9] I’d change the world but I’m chained to myself Define paranoia[10]
Follow me, I’ll take you to the edge of reason. Fall with me… but could the lips of God grace a withered fruit?[11][12]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
