In this deserted land of wilted dreams and poisoned thoughts
Unto the gates of questions yearned and answers sought I try to grasp
The vines of pitchless torment reaching down from balustrades above
Ascension granted by a means discovered between the lines of prescribed
Serenity and in this hope I find the lies of sentience past

Weakened by the climb to find the end of the path I was forced to walk
By unseen hands inside my head that twist the thoughts to suit their own designs
A flash of light behind the eyes and reality returns to reinforce
The servitude of spirit and soul to demons of the earth
Hands clasp tight to the tears and folds the anchor me to one dimension

Breathing; for sake of sense
Dividing; the line between
The visions in the static of
Mentality collapse

Inside the wounds that draw me nearer to the cracks in time
I find that in the absence of a mind there is calling sign
Inside the fear that calls a name it repeats forever it's the same
To feed the blaze and start again but with a different face

To claim the innocence of dissonance from that which steals the soul
To trap it in a looking glass to view only what it cannot have
And seal away the damaged intellect so it can do no harm
Broken by tribulations thrust upon the carcass void
Lynched above the aging dregs of empty wretched carapace design

Inside the wounds that draw me nearer to the cracks in time
I find that in the absence of a mind there is calling sign
Inside the fear that calls a name it repeats forever it's the same
To feed the blaze and start again but with a different face
Across of the fjords of aegis foul into the blackened depths I pass
Into the welcomed arms of something that I cannot identify
Inside the rivers of the heart lies something that I cannot find
Through bleeding sores in corners of the earth the mystery resolves

Ebbing streams of unknown source trail
Athwart the passage stretched anon
Across this bridge I must traverse
To undo this spiteful curse

Searching for the antidote has brought nothing but regret and suffering
The guilt constrained within the deeds committed
Close lids upon the eyes of mortals
Unaware of the actions perceived
Brought down by short sighted insolence
But no malicious intent

Fuck the monsters at the gates
Syringe prepared subject restrained
It's already too late for this
Where were you in the halls of anxiety?
Mistakes were made

Lost in the thralls of psychosis rage
To cast oneself from the tallest tower
Is it considered waste?
Or blessed sanctuary?

Deliverance from wicked boughs
Withered by the repentant march
Of chemical trauma and broken synapse
Cerebral stem malfunction imminent

Fuck the system that casts the weak
Out into the wastes of misery and pain
The dreams of many far outweigh the few

Cleanse the surface fabric
I need to be reanimated
Vivacious disease revolves
Around the chosen sons

Inside the wounds that draw me nearer to the cracks in time
I find that in the absence of a mind there is calling sign
Inside the fear that calls a name it repeats forever it's the same
To feed the blaze and start again but with a different face
Across of the fjords of aegis foul into the blackened depths I pass
Into the welcomed arms of something that I cannot identify
Inside the rivers of the heart lies something that I cannot find
Through bleeding sores in corners of the earth the mystery resolves

Infest the wounds that screech and sin erase the walls to fade away
Bend the chains that hold me closer to the edge of it
Failure to adapt to worlds long gone on to the paths ahead and
Flee from the ones it left behind to scour the edges of the earth
For new beginnings in another time, another place
To revel in the mysteries of life itself and wonder why and
How it came to this, where did it go wrong?
Solve the answer to the question that is posed before us