Fragments Of Poisoned Components Lyrics

I'm quite lost
So many days went flying into oblivion

Brutal memory lapses of crucial events mostly appearing after violent hangovers
Bred by a need to suppress the charge of thoughts

Not even sure of actual concrete disclousure of past events anymore
who knows
maybe they're just biased images of our own inner demons
To always be able to surpass the horrible stench of daily hindrance and manage to keep some inner fire alive
To draw a line between dreams
Desire and reality

Setting up the boundaries to not fall prey to madness

This has led me to wonder if a soul ever really existed in me

An indepentdent spiritual flux
Rooted within us
A**lysing its own definition of every symptom
Action
Feeling and consequence

Shaping moods and fortifying senses
Remembering aspects in different angles
Revivifing dreams and hopes
Unconciously guiding the physical form to assimilate
Adapt and surpass...

If so
A complex scheme of subtleties and links between random interactions should be stocked somewhere within the spirit
To parry the chaos
Of what the human brain manages to create with it's imperfections
By randomly picking up "relevant" information within our everday interactions with surrounding stimulations

I think this concept of metaphysical duality is however sadly
Non-existent

There is no alternate ectoplasmic memory component

When the body is inflicted with poison
Be it alcohol
Drugs or adrenaline
Everything blanks out

No supsequent traces of an omnipresent rectifier when organ memory fails
No soul to follow an alternate a**lysis of action
Only a simple observation that feelings cannot always bypass physical limits
How can we even be sure to truly exist between these oppressing
Ever opposing axioms?

Thus there is probably no soul
Only melted and fucked up brain circuitry
Driving information at insane speed
Ignoring everything that does not have a direct impact on our global conception of life

Happily marching blindfolded on a piece of matter
Striving to forget who we are