There's a vessel and it's sinking at sea.
An apparition that's beckoning me.
As the cold dark night brings on the sweat.
I slowly drift away.
Stuck down in the bottom of the orange cylindrical state of mind.
What are we running from?
There's a distant sound of a melody.
Release me from this plane.
Shut out from this ancient truth
We are blind inside
Migrant souls from a distance world
There's an absence of knowledge
Reaching out for the pulse of our own
Now the time has come to awaken the prophecy
Buried underneath the veil of illusion
Given a life of freedom, only to neglect what we should feel.
Tortured by negative conciousness
Have A Blast
Caught in the mundane
The day to day, it traps us so tightly
Escape the cubicle cell enslaving time of the resident slave
Just another clone stamped in the system who cannot think For yourself
It's raining pens and staples on the prisoner questioning Our real purpose
Bury your sense of worth beneath the desk you call your home
Consistent overflowing with no way out
Now you're always entertaining thoughts meandering
Luck As A Constant
Staring up at the ceiling
While I'm falling into the flames
My shoulder and scarring
This moment into my memory frame
The fathers speak, but might as well be castrated
It feels so good from where I stand
The one obtaining from all human needs and pleasantries
Is the one I never will be
Make Total Destroy
Welcome to the truth a life that's not your own.
Controlled by labor, printed paper and corruptors of the world.
Synthetic life-alikes that march to the beat.
We've had our eyeballs firm under our feet.
Maintain a terrorist life of deceit.
Spoon feeding bullshit served by addicts.
Society's harnessing fear as a weapon.
It starts as one festering feeling
The kind that cuts from the flesh down to the soul
No way to make amends for the time behind the door
Street lights feed lies straight to the mind of the wishful wanderer
How could he give up?
No second chances to say goodbye.
Wrapped in this cold, nostalgic energy from the cries of the ones who are
So many reasons why one should never entertain the taste of the red
A cry for a life of innocence escapes her
So repent, and go running back because it might make it easier
It's the scent of fear that keeps you chained down to the ritual
You're a slave born into a dark world of deceit
A slave that's longing for a retreat
Learning to love a disaster
Direct your soul in the essence of hate