I know it’s wrong, but it feels so right,
The devils in my blood tonight,
Leading my mind so a stray, enticing me to come and play,
The game of escapism, the roulette of hedonism,
The game that you can only win, by losing yourself,
It’s a short cut to freedom, on the path of debauchery,
It’s a route to liberation via the path of impurity,
It’s a sacrificial journey from truth to fantasy,
It’s a place on the other side called unreality.
Gotta find that place,
Gotta find that dream,
Gotta find that space,
Away from myself.
Contented by the darkness beneath the blanket of the night,
The moon beams a smile and says it’s all going to be alright,
Coz everything is now numb beyond the absence of the sun,
Inhibitions are tranquillized by the nocturnal poison,
The gods of debauchery are now dancing within my soul,
Intoxicating me to the point of no control,
The introverted spirit is now the leader of the riot,
Brazen and boisterous, pissing on the kings throne.
Gotta find that place,
Gotta find that dream,
Gotta find that space,
Away from myself.
I sacrifice my purity for the hedonistic high,
As i slowly fall upwards to the playground in the sky,
The moon becomes my peep hole to another dimensional plane,
Another world that’s hidden from the eyes of the sane,
So i look through and see it all from a different world perspective,
A different perspective that only a free mind can see,
A different landscape where only dreamers can be,
A different mind state where truth is really fantasy.
Gotta find that place,
Gotta find that dream,
Gotta find that space,
Away from myself.
