Walking out your concrete cell
trying hard to understand
Riding dragons of your thoughts
are you sick or you can:
- show me… those who aren’t insane;
- warrant… who shall win the game;
- disavow … here comes the night;
- disobey… and keep the fight!
Attempt to run
Leaving behind
Search for a hole
Out of control
Looking down through empty eyes
disinfected, hypnotized
Deliquescent flesh and mind
not dead yet, but not alive
Slowly losing sanity
stamping brand of infamy
Musty smell of commonness
realizing that you:
- stand alone… among the insane
- (the) only one… to win the game
- mind debris… they’re brought to nought
- morbid orbit psychonaut
Couldn’t find the way
Out of this maze
Couldn’t find a hole
By lunacy controlled