The Darkest Of The Hillside Thickets - Chapter II: Blackout | Текст песни

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Like a spell, like a stroke, like a kick in the head, its like the throes of an epileptic seizure. Like the crud that you feel after sleeping for days

Like a dream, like a trip, like a drug-induced haze

And I recall only little bits and pieces of vague similitudes that my instinct says are not even mine

Like a slope, like a maze, like a bottomless pit winding around in a secret combination. Like the strain that you make trying to figure it out

Like a death, like a gap, like a watery grave and all I hear is impossible distorted impressions of a world that Im positive is not even mine.

I knew a thing or two until the time strange outer forces wasted my tiny mind. I could not stop it

Like an edge, like a void, like a limitless fall; entire lives spent in constant isolation. Like a shard from a frozen shattered aeon of time

Like a voice, like a crack, like a whispering shriek that echoes on like its carpet-bombing feverish white jungles of thought that Im positive are not even mine.

How long have I been gone, tucked down inside this limbo while my dreams are crushing me? Enormous gulfs enormous glyphs enormous galleries. Fragmented visions of a nightmare city full of cone-shaped beings and me

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