Uncontrolled - Confessor

Born to live

In your state of confusion

Life’s only illusion

Visionary dreams of logic

Penetrates the unconscioness

Unproductivness, worthlessness

Encumbered by your massive guilt

Trapped inside the cell you’ve built

Trails of torment inscribe your soul

Darkness calls upon the weary soul

Visionary dreams of logic

Penetrates the unconscioness

Uncontrolled contemplation

Too senseless to see the logic

Uncontrolled, uncontrolled

Uncontrolled

I’ve found a life thats real

A hole in my heart to fill

Freed from all useless dreams

A doctrine with no beliefs