A slave of what has been And what will become Constantly seeking But finding nothing at all In wait for a bright future But bogged down by a bleak past Trying to find the way forward But blocking your own path Filling up with false hope To numb yourself from the pain Deep down inside A barrier of the spirit Your purpose denied Anguish the master Wandering in an obscure night Feeling like I've lost all hope Struck with love's anxiety I went forth, nobody saw me Going from my house, where things are left unstirred I Ventured into the world wide dream The mass hallucination before me This culture of madness Manifests a nausea in us all Overwhelming power it has To twist and turn our desires As we bow down to the mechanisms Of our own unraveling Seeking our destruction Caught in a web Of confusion Sucking us dry Our blood running cold Hoping it'll be over quick Stick a needle in Making you sick Chills running up your spine Wondering if it's worth it at all And if you wander in the night
You will lose all sight The passage of time Will always remind As you descend into your mind Your heart torn apart Writhing in agony as you Try to piece it back together Offering Solace With this Madness That has been unleashed on all mankind Lost Souls we are Wandering in the Wilderness Seeking ourselves Finding the unexpected Manifesting repression Staring forth beneath the illusion Echoes of The Blind Calls of The TornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
