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Psychedelia

Psychedelia
Psychedelia



When I look into the mirror, I see someone else
Someone who's supposed to be me. But it's not me...
I feel this horrendous creature that dwells
In my head, and it's still staring back at me

It's consuming my brain, and colonizing my life
I can see this peculiar spectrum everywhere I go
No matter what I do, my head is getting rife
With oodles creatures underneath my pillow

When I'm walking down the street at night
I hear someone else using my tongue to talk
I feel I'm its perfect prey to stalk
As the sounds transcend my fist become tight

And I found myself screaming, my lungs collapsing
Demons are walking hypnotically around fire and dancing
Their luciferian laughs are hauting my ears, and I can't find
A way to shout for freedom and peace of mind

Invisible balls and chains are around my body
All I want is to runnaway from this place
Where I've never belong; ...please set me free
But then again I see this hideous disgusting face

And I found myself running, running away, away
Never looking back, never wishing to see
I thought I was free when I arrived to the end of that way
May be I just didn't see this smiling creature waiting for me...


By : Xevlyn
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# Posté le mercredi 30 janvier 2008 12:24

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