| Masked perception
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| Distorts the face of truth
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| Subtly corrupting my eyes
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| Awkwardly blurring reality
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| The lights which dare to shine upon me
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| Are mere glimpses of lies
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| It’s twisted to live through fish-eye lenses
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| What I behold never is what’s real
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| Is our reality really what do we perceive?
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| A nightmarish depiction of life
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| Mislead by torn spoken words
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| Blinded by a childish damned hope
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| Unable to cut through the mist
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| Longing to discover a passageway
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| Inadvertently building up expectations
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| Enslaved by naive behaviors
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| Lacking the knowledge of how I imprisoned myself
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| Incarcerated in a frustrated state of mind
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| Lost in a desert of desolation
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| Cheated by manipulated visions
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| Engulfed in darkness, straying away from the path
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| Confused by venomous voices
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| The truth is in fact within myself
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| So still I crawl in black mud
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| Drifting away unaware of the facts
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| Surviving the midnight sun
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| Sliced by the blade of belief
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| Throughout the density I pierce
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| I yearn for wisdom in my illusions
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| Illusions of a mirage
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| To comprehend existence |