(Verse 1)
All the world is sleeping,
And while comatose percieves,
Bringing forth a fractured view,
Eyes masked in deceit,
Amidst amorphous figures,
In the clarity of dreams,
Enter unreal beings,
Into reality.
(Chorus)
And never shall I board,
This abstract train of thought,
When personal philosphy,
Is everything I've got,
Your thoughts aren't subject to reason,
Your logic's undefined,
And from the mental catalepsy,
Another waste of life.
(Verse 2)
To see the hallowed image,
Within the hollow lie,
Is not a feat or triumph,
But a failure now enshrined,
When mindless superstition,
Cannot be rectified,
Yield to the grounds of yearning,
A lusting for sublime.
(Bridge)
A moral shepherd in disgrace,
Though corrupted still found pure,
His truth remains unbroken,
A disease that has no cure.
(verse 3)
You never can experience,
The fluidity of thought,
You allow your mind to stagnate,
And hold answers proven false,
You allow your lives to falter,
As reasoning's decayed,
The sad human condition,
We've all been led astray.
(Chorus)
And never shall I board,
This abstract train of thought,
When personal philosphy,
Is everything I've got,
Your thoughts aren't subject to reason,
Your logic's undefined,
And from the mental catalepsy,
Another waste of life.
credits
from Trepidation,
released March 2, 2014
Music by Briscoe Horrell & Hydrawolf
Lyrics by Briscoe Horrell
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