Abstinence - Hunt Of The Humans lyrics

The windowsill Balance of reality and fiction The walls barricades three dimensional dementia Demographics undeniable Freeze-frame society blurs backward into the future No one feels 'til it's too late Understandings stripped away Confused I stumble falling Impenetrable the pain surrounds me Lapsing in and out of reason Behold the only reality The past is slowly dying Stronger than yesterday Weaker than tomorrow I think and try to rationalize all of this Tomorrow scares and thrills me, But tomorrow just seems to mystify an*lytical and conscious Regrouping correct direction identified Struggle and realize no one's spared