Outflow

On the crossroads of two extremes
It’s hard to see what is really me
Familiar faces form the shapes of deceit
Reality keeps falling away from me

Sinking and paranoid
Behind the abstract, in the void
The key of my condition, divided in surrealism
Whispers ordering: “Connect the dots”
They need to know that I am God

All it takes is a whisper
I am your God

Come wake me up
Take me from the deep
These visions betray me
I can’t sleep

I can’t sleep

Heavy eyes falling in gloom
Suffocating in this blackened room
The cold touch of a memory
Scars mask what I used to be
On the crossroads of two extremes
It’s hard to see what is really me

Come wake me up
Take me from the deep
These visions betray me
I can’t sleep

Come wake me up
I can’t sleep