Lyrics Phantasmal Paranoia - Thyrane

Phantasmal Paranoia

When the sun won’t shine on you
They are inside you, intoxicating
Bringing the deal from the devil
Your soul will be sold tonight
Drifting at the interstellar oceans
Laconic voice speaking about itself
As I see myself chasing me into the vortex
Discipline’s executed below the surface
When synthetic gallows takes control
Murder of my mind is one of a kind
Believe in the words of darkness
Life is soon to be out of vogue here
There is no grave beneath my flowers
No worms on my bones
No proof of existence
No formula to exit
When the worms encircle your shrine
They are still inside me, intoxicated