the ground Take me to the keep And bare the darkest void Thousandfold the agony Of silenced screams alone Tune right out of static Exorcise the dark How
: Make enemies of truth and reason In that a rage is born Start out a promise and a venture Where direction was never the goal How does it feel To run
: A human force Stronger than logic Beyond the focus and the grander ideas One microcosmos In this wretched piece of hell Distant memories Of what empathy
: You try to hide The fact hidden from yourself Your own favourite entertainer Is none other than The one we call you And you need the others To fortify
: The unsaid tone of weak despair Fail to resonate Frayed end of our binding threads Will disintegrate By the laws our phiysique state Failure to communicate
: You are all that matters In my private demonology Those who fate(?) us now The sons of wishes The bastard child of dream Enemies of hope Let it be
me today You better check if it's me In that ''coffin'' of yours Or just the one The one you thought you knew I am one Who am I? No character To be
the same to me It's all the same to me The ends of our conditioning To swallow, take and like it Rather keep me in the dark Than look me in the eye
: It's all this reeking ego craves The sun to never set Why do threads of anger never linger? Why does the ember turn to stone? To where the longing
: Insufficient facts Make up for a frail foudation Breeding the obscene For the opinion Customized Is the insight null and substance void upon these
: It comes from all we're giving In seemingly endless supply As signals cross defiantly Into this volatile mix we charge And the stubborn mind repeats
bother me today You better check if it's me In that ''coffin'' of yours Or just the one The one you thought you knew I am one Who am I? No character
It comes from all we're giving In seemingly endless supply As signals cross defiantly Into this volatile mix we charge And the stubborn mind repeats
You are all that matters In my private demonology Those who fate(?) us now The sons of wishes The bastard child of dream Enemies of hope Let it be gone
It's all this reeking ego craves The sun to never set Why do threads of anger never linger? Why does the ember turn to stone? To where the longing goes
Insufficient facts Make up for a frail foudation Breeding the obscene For the opinion Customized Is the insight null and substance void upon these wheels
all the same to me It's all the same to me The ends of our conditioning To swallow, take and like it Rather keep me in the dark Than look me in the eye
Make enemies of truth and reason In that a rage is born Start out a promise and a venture Where direction was never the goal How does it feel To run
