Lyrics Like Preached Directions - Sacrosanct

Like Preached Directions

Dark figures are twisting in the distance
Are they real or in my twilight zone?
I hate this face, a part of this vision
From the dark half of my brain
I try to concentrate my mind
But an inner voice whispers my name
I live in my unending nightmares
Wakeful and alone with my fears
Compassion is their kind of sympathy
«Just call me and I’ll be there!»
People I would like to trust
Are just feeding me with fuckin' hopes
Like preached directions
This voice in my brain
A whisper turns into reality
I ask myself: «Am I insane?»
«You have got to obey!»
This voice will crack my mind
Trying to get me under control
My will must defeat his force
A succession of psychotherapies
Try to pierce in this secrecy
But it’s just a thing of my own
My turn to win this game
Dark figures are twisting in the distance
Are they real or in my twilight zone?
I hate this face, a part of this vision
From the dark half of my brain
I try to concentrate my mind
But an inner voice whispers my name
I live in my unending nightmares
Wakeful and alone with my fears
Like preached directions
No voices in my head
Mysterious whispers so unreal
A new Beginning instead