I'm becoming further distracted from a view
As if I were ensconced in an evil dream
A prisoner of the accurate articulate inherent
Deceptive
Limitations of reasoning
So - you foster doubt
As to who you are what it's about
Where we came from
What if this is it?
This parody of the human spirit
We follow through
Aghast in the machine
Trapped in the semblance of a dream
Of what he took
Transcendental religious experience
Examine the precarious sutures of reality
When you enter the prison of the mind
The same world and again you will be
Wilful spurious yearning for another
Alien distortion possessing the body
Witness the voice in abhorrent dimensions
Subdue and transform obscene agency
The toll of pain endure the face
In time's illusion
Entranced in future visions bleak
Their blade scars echoes in our sleep
Remember as you enter
Into the age of affliction
The purpose of the will
Is to triumph in adversity
Ritual
Of the mirror image
Of the mirror act
Of the mirror of man