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