There's a certain tempo to the tango of this madness. Reality is alluding, insanity is diluting and my feet they will dance no more.....
I am like a ever changing polar magnet. When the force draws inward I subconsciously change to obstruct the connection. Blind to the eye is the wave of changes, pushing, rejecting, destroying.
In an evolution of delirium a lunatic is born and in this birth theories of freedom are invented.
What's right? What's wrong?
I will never be free, I will never be sane. I will never be loved.
I am like a ever changing polar magnet. When the force draws inward I subconsciously change to obstruct the connection. Blind to the eye is the wave of changes, pushing, rejecting, destroying.
In an evolution of delirium a lunatic is born and in this birth theories of freedom are invented.
What's right? What's wrong?
I will never be free, I will never be sane. I will never be loved.
