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Tesseract

I have watched with eyes peeled opened
For far too long living under the hand
Offering a closed fist, registered by a list

The lines of reality break
Black and white silhouettes becoming fake
Too many words are said, the voices in my head
When religion is fucking dead

What is reality but a strand of thoughts?
The thieving bastards in the night never caught
Swallowing the bitter pills are lessons taught
The bastards in the night are never caught

Catch the kiss of the void
And welcome oblivion

Inside the tesseract of my mind
I have become whole and redefined
The creator of my world
Once lost and blind, now I�m divine

The display of humanity
Lacking the element of sanity
Ravenous in the dreams of wicked smiles and screams

Fantasies of slaughtering god
Would be redeeming if he weren�t a fraud
Crucify one more son until there is no one
And execute the young

What is reality but a strand of thoughts?
The thieving bastards in the night never caught
Swallowing the bitter pills are lessons taught
The bastards in the night are never caught

Stand in line to witness
The savior on the noose

Inside the tesseract of my mind
I have become whole and redefined
The creator of my world
Once lost and blind, now I�m divine