It lurks in me profanely.
It's draining all my sanity.
It's blackening my consciousness.

Made me a convict of distress.

I'm running on a t^^&$#* path.

A victim of its growing wrath.
The thing will never let me be.
Leaves me in dark insanity.


Hahaha.
Most of us think our world is a sane place to be

And we take that for granted.
Hahaha.
Hahaha.

And we still continue saying that we're normal people.
I mean, look at this mad world.
Hahaha.

Hahaha.




Out there? hidden in the dark side of my mind.
Behind a door? where malignant madness is designed.


I'm gazing? and roaming in the abyss of my brain.
I see? reason and compassion are all feigned.


It comes? It comes?
Yes it comes? Far from behind my shadow.


Is it you, is it me, that made this world, devoid of dignity.
Do you feel? the flesh torn apart by war machines?


Is it you, is it me? who rocks the cradle, whispering napalm dreams.
Do you hear? the symphony of desperate mothers' screams.


It comes? It comes?
Yes it comes? Far from behind our shadows.