Define my conscience what is real Characterize the ways world disappears I try but I can't decide from reality and fantasy Glittering darkness room by room Nothing satisfies as I enter bloom Fear my world so puzzled and mystified Stage of pleasure and pain is what I hide behind my eyes
My inability to feel real - Hyperreality feeds me Falling into my secret window - As I walk the Earth unhallowed
Anything, everything Tricking, Conscience what I've seen Detached from engagement of emotions Meaningless identical devotions Rapidly taking any given shape Filtered experience - Depicted in hate
Your Demons - My Angels Capsized parallel dream world Parting ways to breathe, to be alive Crusade of perfect stranger Disconnect the splendor Alienations steers 'til the end (Your Demons - My Angels Crusade of Perfect Stranger)
Split apart from a faculty of mind Non-existent world in a glimpse of an eye Simulation of something to never exist This authentic fake - Mind misled
Light years away from here Hyperspace to escape my fear Simulation of familiar place Reproduction of empty appearance
...I'm sick of spewing my words out so puzzled that I won't wake up...