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Dark side of the mind
Through the red dazed lens of cold lifeless eyes,
I can barely describe the feeling of being alive.
Far from falling down through
dark black skies,
I'm circling 'round within the absence of sound is where I hide.
If you investigate the dark side of the mind,
and see the fear and beat the deep
rooted restlessness
and if you make it past the shadows in the silence,
inspect faded memories, reflect on the footsteps
as they warp the emptiness becomes our guidance.
We're the ones who live in this hallucination,
finding ways to escape who we are within.
We wonder if we'll make it as this dream begins to fade,
Does anybody love us?
Or are we the ghosts of eternity?
And if I, tell you my secrets
could you still accept me
as I am?
If I let down my guard for you, and show you my true self,
What would you do?
Would you reject me and proceed to storm out?
Would you forget me entirely
filling me with doubt?
And ignore my whole existence as I now begin to shout
Can you hear me screaming?
Or have you simply blocked me out?
Thought I oughta reveal my deepest feelings,
Thought I oughta bare my naked soul.
I hold the pen in trembling hands
afraid to let it go,
now I must move on with
my little life here without love.
I can barely describe the feeling of being alive.
Far from falling down through
dark black skies,
I'm circling 'round within the absence of sound is where I hide.
If you investigate the dark side of the mind,
and see the fear and beat the deep
rooted restlessness
and if you make it past the shadows in the silence,
inspect faded memories, reflect on the footsteps
as they warp the emptiness becomes our guidance.
We're the ones who live in this hallucination,
finding ways to escape who we are within.
We wonder if we'll make it as this dream begins to fade,
Does anybody love us?
Or are we the ghosts of eternity?
And if I, tell you my secrets
could you still accept me
as I am?
If I let down my guard for you, and show you my true self,
What would you do?
Would you reject me and proceed to storm out?
Would you forget me entirely
filling me with doubt?
And ignore my whole existence as I now begin to shout
Can you hear me screaming?
Or have you simply blocked me out?
Thought I oughta reveal my deepest feelings,
Thought I oughta bare my naked soul.
I hold the pen in trembling hands
afraid to let it go,
now I must move on with
my little life here without love.
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