Forced into my own observations
Alone, bruised, with thoughts of revelation
Four walls becoming my new hemisphere
Encircled, caught, by visions yet unclear
No one will ever see
What I see
No one will ever reach
What I reach
Golden stars magnetized by contemplation
Refined, stable, in the age of my evasion
Follow me for I am driven by powers surreal
My sins are long forgiven
No one will ever see
What I see
No one will ever reach
What I reach
They've hunted me for fear of verity
Psychopath is how they call me
No one will ever see
What I see
No one will ever reach
What I reach
No one will ever know
What I know
No one will ever feel
What I feel
A new order!
A new order!
A new order!
A new order!