Maybe theres a miracle waitin' to happen
In de places and spaces with the mystical patterns
Where dark is light and de light is bright
It's a struggle to maintain my appetite
In a time thats filled with gluttonous failure
I'm at pains to express this ya devious behaviour
Spend money, time or a very last dime on de tings you would only ever leave behind
It's a worrying time to lift you head up from the compa**
With no obvious answers to the questions offered
Blinded by the fictions of an audio addiction
Takes the senses to a place of imperceptable conditions
Like who dare ask the sum of their parts?
Who should tell of this becoming hell?
To think is the link between life and d**h
Enter this body of sound and escape the mesh
As a child i was always happy-go-lucky
As a man i believe i am just plain lucky
Alive inside of this ya dangerous system
Locked in and I'm twisted out of all recognition
See this is systematic of the tings I have seen
I am lost in Paranoia's most beautiful dream
An escape is made through a thousand doors
With a sub ba** emerging through the open floor
In a state of near paralysis restriction forms an*lysis
Guided by subliminals thats from another galaxy
Mobilised and lifted by this powers I've been gifted
Givin' answers to questions that never existed
Like; who dare ask is the sum their parts?
Who should tell of this becoming hell?
To think is the link between life and d**h
And to this body of sound and escape the mesh