Enter the realm of the neon mist, with a head in bits from the toxic kicks,
It's the mental fix, the cryptic trip as you feel the senses start to slip,
Getting lost in the twisted bliss, falling through the haze of lust,
As demons rush from the angels dust, in this mess souls get touched,
Enemies love, saints and thugs, freedom comes from sex and drugs,
Angels fuck in the flames of hell and demons love in heavens realm,
Opposite kinds, they move in time, the state is now yours and mine,
So share the feeling and share the buzz, don't think about the end.
Getting lost in here, fleeing from ourselves,
Evading all the fear, and running way, and running away.
The light it comes and it steals your love,
You've fallen down from way above,
It's the curfew of the night, crippled by the light,
Disunited by the angst of the day, killing the play.
The fear lifts in the burning high, feeling weightless scraping sky's,
Elation stirs in the clouds as freedom comes pouring down,
The weak and withered now have the power, dancing beneath the toxic shower,
The chemical rain, it floods the brain, you feel the love nullify the pain,
Your numb to the bone in the twisted zone, tranquillised and comatose,
It's the deepest place, the blackest hole, it's the gaping void inside your,
Soul and mind, that you can't find, but now you're there, deep inside.
Getting lost in here, fleeing from ourselves,
Evading all the fear, and running way, and running away.
It's always lonely at the end, you say goodbye to your new friends,
Ambiguous mood, it comes on strong, you don't know where you really belong,
So you fight the darkness until the end, don't want those fiends to steal your love,
The beauty fades in the angsty light as the ugly wait beneath the night.
Getting lost in here, fleeing from ourselves,
Evading all the fear, and running way, and running away.
Getting lost.
