walking out your concrete cell
trying hard to understand
riding dragons of your thoughts
are you sick or you can:
- show me… those who aren’t insane;
- warrant… who shall win the game;
- disavow … here comes the night;
- disobey… and keep the fight!
attempt to run
leaving behind
search for a hole
out of control
looking down through empty eyes
disinfected, hypnotized
deliquescent flesh and mind
not dead yet, but not alive
* * *
slowly losing sanity
stamping brand of infamy
musty smell of commonness
realizing that you:
- stand alone… among (the) insane
- (the) only one… to win the game
- mind debris… they’re brought to nought
- morbid orbit psychonaut
couldn’t find the way
out of this maze
couldn’t find a hole
by lunacy controlled
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- APOLOGETH - M.O. Psychonaut [demo'14] (1)
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