We hypnotize ourselves by made up notions of depressions, meaning of live and fake freedom |
Light shines through burden in my eyes A tasteless, meaningless decline Of restless soul proclaimed for doom. The gray line of my mind, so gloom! Anxiety of loss when reaching is so close When winning is to loose yourself Amidst a beautiful farewell, my madness reeks Of stale, forbidden fruit, a passion for betrayal The orange sun is in my eyes - just fragile, dying star Its pale features colored with disgust of human stain I’ve caused you pain Sadistic smile does not appear My face is empty of emotion I am numb and cannot feel Behind the dust and door on rusty hinges Through the coma of chemical imbalance Pure of hatred and belief in masochistic wisdom It’s me, presenting yet myself to court of jesters Pranksters, dealers in death and empty social escapades I am trapped and see no fire escapes No exit signs will light my way to freedom of the soul I am alone and fool for that There is no freedom, only fake that fills my heart With empty promises as I disembark To lead my journey from this madness Into another world, where I’ll be sad, but less Enthusiastic about taking my own life And razor blade or sharp and trusted kitchen knife Will hypnotize my eyes no more Farewell my sick and dearest state Of disillusions, self-centeredness and pampered egoism Belief in greatness of my own self is gone I drop the gun, pressed against my temple, on the floor I will not shoot as I am free at once from burden in my eyes A tasteless, meaningless decline has hit the spot And carcass of the soul has stopped its doom My mind is so distinct in black and white perspective, not so gloom! Not anymore as I tore the chains from tired heart A fresh, new start I’m not afraid to take I was once hero build on lies and world of fake And now that I fell from sky to ground Of clarity and wisdom in pure spirit I am proud Light shines no more and I can raise my eyes For now it is my turn to hypnotize… |