Doomed to exist inside an ever expanding nightmare
Eroded and ruled by constant fluctuations
It's wired itself inside my mangled form
My vision is worn, I've seen this all before
Psychoneurosis, we swing back and forth
Access and egress of a place shared by all
Slipping in and out of a sleeping crawl
Unwillingly living; feeling destined to fall
Seeping from cracked blinds
A fear is born of the outside
Invisible walls surrounding all sides
Watched endlessly by unblinking eyes
Condescendingly cast upon one's back
Sight is forfeit; enshrouded in black
Chemicals pumping, firing off signals
Now all control is lost...
Pushed too far, rage embodies the vision
A reaction too much for this world of the living
Pushed too far, rage embodies the vision
A reaction too much for this world
Does the soul exist or are we all machines?
Constructed to perceive but not to question
Are we ourselves or just programs that think we are?
Unaware of our reality
Loss of consciousness; disembodiment
Narcissistic undertones of morality
Are we really alive inside the hive mind?
How could our time on Earth be spent feeling free?
For we are lost
Projected cries from the nothing that pierce the mind with a Serpent's tongue
Dark thoughts compel an irrevocable frenzy with a thirst for blood
The shadows will now consume the soul, leaving nothing but a hollow form
The Pendulum Swing
No longer obscured by the impervious labyrinthine depths of the net
These actions incur only ego death
An invaluable lesson learned about the real world a second too late
Leaves nothing but an eternity to mourn the hand of fate
And so the plug is once again filled
To connect the conscience back into protection from ills
Disguising the truth in a veiled simulation
No continuation
Pendulum