My Dillusions of Grandure
I walked into space suspended in time.
I saw the things there that fabricate the divine.
In an instant there was nothing, but I saw the show.
I was exposed to the things you didn't know.
This space exists outside of dreams.
The blood here, spills out in reams.
I miss my thoughts. Now they just seem to wander.
No system at all, just useless things I ponder.
My essence is draining, and it might be my fault.
I am bleeding my soul and just handing it out.
In this space of suspended animation, I only see what I want to.
I guess I will stay this way untill I have something better to do.
Superficial comforts.
That's all I've got.
I saw the things there that fabricate the divine.
In an instant there was nothing, but I saw the show.
I was exposed to the things you didn't know.
This space exists outside of dreams.
The blood here, spills out in reams.
I miss my thoughts. Now they just seem to wander.
No system at all, just useless things I ponder.
My essence is draining, and it might be my fault.
I am bleeding my soul and just handing it out.
In this space of suspended animation, I only see what I want to.
I guess I will stay this way untill I have something better to do.
Superficial comforts.
That's all I've got.
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