Tight Rope
Hallucinogenic Universe
Constructed out of guiltBuilt to hide from their prying eyesA dimension to each his ownWith no concept of reasonStanding firm on thin airOblivious to the true realityCan anything be wrongIf everybody is right?Your world is not your ownBorn to know the intricacies of moralityNot to be held in relative realitiesFree from those who live in a hallucinogenic universeWith each passing moment of ignoranceFurther the sphere enclosesThe idea of compromise will be forgottenTo those freed from this monstrositywe must reach to those imprisonedIn impenetrable armor of self-indulgenceTo breathe in the sweet air of true existence
From Letras Mania