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