1
In air no longer has a clarity
loss of volume of the gravity
If you see backward of light
Surfaces start to grind
When heavy air turns into dust
When reality start to rust
Mine lunacy belong to me
You will see
chorus:
call up this sickness and pain
you will find all truth inside
your efforts in vain
break your fucking bounded mind
white hands of death burst through the chest
spread your wings and fly to west
The feelings are blunted
blood is pulsing
truth is so close
just break your mind
Bridge:
Slave!
You are slave of your brain .
But when you must go insane.
You dont find any words.
To stop them.
Hear!
Rustle crept up so near.
My ambience will tear
Feels this cold gust of wind
I`m not hero and fiend
2
On the limit of perception
of my tired and affliction
I will seek another world
it's hot and dry
suffocating heat inside
Its center is a lighting bright
Sounds to me are so blurry
so unclear