Zounds - Tidfall

Crawling in ever crack, mechanical

Creatures, don’t open your eyes

The part of existence is now distorted, to a level

Where sense is out of reach

The glassy image that refers to a state of thoughts

That again reflects to a dream, neither non-sleeping, nor awake

Your biggest enemy is your consciousness

In the end it will drag you down

Feed on yourself non-trust worthy

You, the only error in a system

Of a world soon to be self-destructed

I am you in a way that you never thought

Was possible

A controlled device to follow a pattern

Made specially to make failure

For there will be no more

No more, never to see what the right path

To follow is

Who are you to think you can control all existence?

I am God

And you are all my wounds

Now die!