Reality of Mind
The mind of the lost, is nowhere inside.
Dreams of this twisted third eye.
Torturing images, no martyr could bear.
It's the craziness that evokes this primal fear.
Crazy in madness, a house of black cards.
A sand storm of terror, that pump the blood hard.
Fooled in this game, there is no win.
Welcome those feelings and let it all in.
How are you feeling? It's only inside.
How are you feeling? Is it burning your eyes?
How are you feeling? Lost and so blind.
How does it feel? In Reality of mind.
Chaotic is breathing, you feel yourself fall.
Slip from the grip of your reality's wall.
Awake in a nightmare, shedding red tears
Praying for sanity that no one will hear
Flesh is cold and dampened with sweat
your eyes in the demon are all that you fret.
Grasping at strings you pray that you'll live
The pay for you penance, one soul to give.
How are you feeling? It's only inside.
How are you feeling? Is it burning your eyes?
How are you feeling? Lost and so blind.
How does it feel? In Reality of mind.
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