Tortured Hands of Reason

[00:24.01] bleached fragments of immaculate consciousness
[00:28.47] dwell behind the shapeless void
[00:31.11] eyes reopened, movements detected
[00:34.76] perception reactivated
[00:38.88] agony procreated by a distorted mind
[00:45.59] that feeds on shadows against the wall of substance
[00:50.67] I'm the insane, the figure not shaped
[00:54.30] translucent, indefinite, blank
[00:58.13] the spiritual disharmony perpetually drowning in tears
[01:05.31] my glance can't reach the cold and distant sun
[01:10.61] defective projection of my inner torment
[01:14.28] am I real? Am I alive?
[01:18.10] greed and despair
[01:20.55] voraciously swallow all signs of hope from our
[01:23.45] newborn sun
[01:25.75] serenity is what I cling to in my psychic seclusion
[01:39.35] the inner mutation draws
[01:47.38] iridescent paths through the void
[01:50.72] your empty faith is rejected
[01:53.72] mirroring abstract prophecies
[02:24.03] this world is sentenced to death
[02:25.58] and we unconsciously procreate the infection
[02:43.93] the turmoil arises from negation
[02:46.90] as we speak, as we deceive ourselves
[02:49.12] denying the truth, but allowing the deceit
[02:53.23] the two of my eyes blindly scan the unexpected
[02:57.08] my glance can't reach the cold and distant sun
[03:02.37] defective projection of my inner torment
[03:05.95] am I real? Am I alive?
[03:12.29] greed and despair
[03:13.83] voraciously swallow all signs of hope from our
[03:16.97] newborn sun
[03:19.16] serenity is what I cling to in my psychic seclusion
[03:53.55] images framed in a regretful vortex of disillusion
[04:00.43] the teeth of insanity still glimmering
[04:03.95] waiting for my demise
[04:20.84] as the tortured hands of reason
[04:26.90] sharpen their nails against my nerves
[04:30.46] I proclaim my failure
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