Nevermore - 42147 | Текст песни

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I am in throes of my denial,logic in me crumbles, I take this fateful ride
Through my mind

Daydream fluid thoughts washing shores of warm confusion
I'm one with this beautiful disorder

Another world, was this the transition?

Slowly I returned to the familiar, spiralling in costant flux
What have I created?

The experiment is over