Phantasmagore

In the blackest of light

You try to sell the sooth, you try to turn me on

And undercover at night

In times of I'll refute they play a distant song

When there's a sudden surprise

And they're not trying to be ruthless, they want to belong

Oh, will they ever produce this

Malevolent stranger devoid of wrong

And still it rolls along

Forever facing the sun

Let the suicide of music take control

Oh, we would hope to remove

Of all the dying in twos and the drifting in nines

Time to open your eyes

And see the fading of truth by the growing of lies

So if you ever could choose

Between the valley and kingdom your faith shall rise

And still it turns the time

Bereathed in burning fires

A plasmic herald sinks alone and cries

"Let bleed the nectars of devotion"

Beneath the earth still lies phantasmic emerald paradises

Come cosmic thunder, sip the potion

Let the suicide of music take control

As the carrier infuses to your soul

Bereathed in burning fires

A plasmic herald sinks alone and cries

"Let bleed the nectars of devotion"

Beneath the earth still lies phantasmic emerald paradises

Come cosmic thunder, sip the potion

Let the suicide of music take control

As the carrier infuses to your soul