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Feeling the moment at hand, in this dimension |
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A siege of overcome fear, a needle of medicine weird |
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I visit my mind from afar, it floats weak, sick in a jar |
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The pain, the strength, to fight |
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This lesson of deviate kind |
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Drugs, with time are weak, my mind returns to me the glory of suffering, a pig, and live to think again |
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I visit my mind from inside, growing and thinking with |
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I The pain, the strength, to fight |
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Has saved me from turning inside |
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Dancing with fiends, disturbing fiends, almost insane, |
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But chance comes again |
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Adrift in between, moving unseen, fragile and weak, |
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Haunted by things that no one shold see |
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Amazing sadness, the grip of madness, to be the madman |
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The pig of lesson and depression, at war with illness |
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The straps are lifted, the fear now distant, |
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I am alive!!! |
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The slumber, the funeral for that mind |
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The hold unleashed, the madness free, forever onward |
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Lock up the dark side of life, what's real is what's deep inside |
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Reality comes from the mind, release and fall from the light |
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Mystery brings the destruction of mind |
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Misery's creeping, enticing decline |
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Ignore the strangers of doom, the outcome is all up to you |
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Believe in all that is wise or madly adrift you will fly |
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Down!!! |
