: We are the poison to the antidote that's killing us, the question to the answer. Demeaning us with empty morals, detached from reality they tell us
: What will you find, when you stare through the mirror into the graveyards of your mind? Where hatred is born from the ashes of lies, demons and angels
: Isolated. Inside of everything. Black hole sphere. Balanced inside the eye. Positive and negative chaos. 1,000,000 outstretched arms of nothing, whose
: Let the future dogs of tomorrows cry vanish in the past. Set free the cold tongue that speaks, laughing out at last. Costumed and throned, translucent
: Human cattle masses marching forward. Their eyes are blank and erratic, susceptible to the droning hypnosis that rides through dissonant skies. Loud
: In the attics and crawlspaces of my mind, there are stowaways and quiet passengers. They've been there since I was a child, whispering softly amongst
: Sweating through cold, grey, clay skin. Asleep with blank, wide eyes. Sweating through cold, grey, clay skin. Asleep with blank, wide eyes. And at
: The eyes behind the throne beam fear into our minds, beg for us to borrow Scared to roam outside our cages. Lost in fluorescent mazes. Loopholes and
: Every kiss is a goodbye kiss And every touch is momentary Like trying to hold her ghost Yes she disappears at sunrise Some times the past is all we
Isolated. Inside of everything. Black hole sphere. Balanced inside the eye. Positive and negative chaos. 1,000,000 outstretched arms of nothing, whose
We are the poison to the antidote that's killing us, the question to the answer. Demeaning us with empty morals, detached from reality they tell us what
Human cattle masses marching forward. Their eyes are blank and erratic, susceptible to the droning hypnosis that rides through dissonant skies. Loud
Sweating through cold, grey, clay skin. Asleep with blank, wide eyes. Sweating through cold, grey, clay skin. Asleep with blank, wide eyes. And at night
Let the future dogs of tomorrows cry vanish in the past. Set free the cold tongue that speaks, laughing out at last. Costumed and throned, translucent
In the attics and crawlspaces of my mind, there are stowaways and quiet passengers. They've been there since I was a child, whispering softly amongst
Every kiss is a goodbye kiss And every touch is momentary Like trying to hold her ghost Yes she disappears at sunrise Some times the past is all we have
The eyes behind the throne beam fear into our minds, beg for us to borrow Scared to roam outside our cages. Lost in fluorescent mazes. Loopholes and
What will you find, when you stare through the mirror into the graveyards of your mind? Where hatred is born from the ashes of lies, demons and angels
