I'm becoming further distracted from a view As if I were ensconced in an evil dream A prisoner of the accurate articulate inherent Deceptive Limitations of reasoning
So - you foster doubt As to who you are what it's about Where we came from
What if this is it? This parody of the human spirit We follow through
Aghast in the machine Trapped in the semblance of a dream Of what he took
Transcendental religious experience Examine the precarious sutures of reality When you enter the prison of the mind The same world and again you will be
Wilful spurious yearning for another
Alien distortion possessing the body Witness the voice in abhorrent dimensions Subdue and transform obscene agency
The toll of pain endure the face In time's illusion Entranced in future visions bleak
Their blade scars echoes in our sleep
Remember as you enter Into the age of affliction The purpose of the will Is to triumph in adversity
Ritual Of the mirror image Of the mirror act Of the mirror of man
