Alienation - MyGrain

Define my conscience, what is real

Characterize the ways world disappears

I try, but I can’t decide from reality and fantasy

Glittering darkness, room by room

Nothing satisfies as I enter bloom

Fear my world, so puzzled and mystified

Stage of pleasure and pain is what I hide behind my eyes

My inability to feel real

Hyper-reality feeds me

Falling into my secret window

As I walk the Earth unhallowed

Anything, everything

Tricking conscience, what I’ve seen

Detached from engagement of emotions

Meaningless identical devotions

Rapidly taking any given shape

Filtered experience, depicted in hate

Your demons, my angels

Capsized parallel dream world

Parting ways to breathe, to be alive

Crusade of perfect stranger

Disconnect the splendor

Alienations steers 'til the end

Split apart from a faculty of mind

Non-existent world in a glimpse of an eye

Simulation of something to never exist

This authentic fake, mind misled

Light years away from here

Hyperspace to escape my fear

Simulation of familiar place

Reproduction of empty appearance

My inability to feel real

Hyper-reality feeds me

Falling into my secret window

As I walk the Earth unhallowed

Your demons, my angels

Capsized parallel dream world

Parting ways to breathe, to be alive

Crusade of perfect stranger

Disconnect the splendor

Alienations steers 'til the end

(Your demons — my angels

Crusade of perfect stranger)

I’m sick of spewing my words out

So puzzled that I won’t wake up

I’m sick of spewing my words out

So puzzled that I won’t wake up