Letras
Mystisism Cataclysm
Tell me what your Intuisions
Tells you when you're fast asleep
Maybe then you're telling on yourself
Cause you're not afraid see it from the other side
Sweeping in and stealing things
Never knew this feeling is to strong to dismiss
You know you'll never see the end of it
But maybe you'll stop crying over little things
Calling from the other side
To tell you that its full of shite
Nothings ever set in stone
And neither are you
So why spend so much time
Worrying over others truth
Maybe when your mind starts to spin
You'll see there's nothing here to win
You'll get your moneys worth
Once you get your mind of earth and see
You only killed the life in things
Sociopathic hubris of our leaders
Feed the rich and starve the teachers
Denying aid cause of arcaic views of gender
Sends us round the bend
Tell me once again why I have to explain
Who I am is not a reflection of the perception in your brain
So when your mind begins to spin and you see theirs nothing more to gain can we all just let it go and let us past the pain
Thrown into mysticism
A cataclysm
Are you superstition
Make belief
Thrown into the real
Mirrors break seal
You’re nothing but what you steal
And im taking it back now
Infinitely shifting gaze upon the subjects twisted face desperately circling around the objects dissapearing
Melting into artificial meaningless and superficial
Twisted curiosity of bodiless autonomy