seems like nothings clear to me I cant find my mind to pacify countless millions dying alone countless millions dying alone with no signs of sadness
confronted with illusions of twisted untold dreams a fragment piece of none falls slowly into place collapse into despair who will you find there collapse
Blueprint Soul My blueprint soul Photographs of my ears Generation will know Millions revered Now I see, all the things from my kindness career I've
the hinderance of thought and dashed hopes of repute hanging compulsion leaves a grievous view a malignant outlock grows darker everyday another consumption
joining me in your search of peace the latest findings in your quest for pain you reach, I resist, I forgive, you condemned your expressions to condemned
a constellation of dreams crumble to this foundation on which we base them every day, a rejected day confidence is dimming setting the mood to darkness
We Are in - Sour Times We Are in - Sour Times The hole is open and the maggots call me in So easy to give up and dive in But the tide will lead me to
the unholy oppress the harmony of the eternal blessedness trough the rejection of the prophets lend to trust transparency the invicible one deludes
We Are in -
today I lost my will to live it simply spilled out on to the floor next to the pile of broken dreams I didn't notice till I saw the stain I didn't feel
born to live in your state of confusion life's only illusion visionary dreams of logic penetrates the unconscioness unproductivness, worthlessness encumbered
blinded by your hate lunacy strikes again lethargic is your mind controlled by guarded time endless thoughts reborn vitim wastes the night the fate has
Joining me in your search of peace The latest findings in your quest for pain You reach, I resist, I forgive, you condemned Your expressions to condemned
Specters move like pilot flames Their widows toast at St. Angel Better times collide with now The tears were warm, I feel them still Their heat to vapor
So suddenly the madness came With its whiskered, wolven, ether pangs He locked the door And shut the blinds He laid down on the floor and he slept like
the fox confessor on splendid heels And he shames me from my seat And on my guilty feet I follow him in retreat What purpose in these deeds Oh fox confessor
I can say that I've lived here in honor and danger But I'm just an animal and cannot explain a life Down this chain of days I wished to stay among my
