You tried to sympathize
Instead you told me all about my grief
Another attempt, but a failed relief
Shame, you shaped another disease
Sorrow, it’s all in my hands
Though now a natural state of mind
A symptom that never shows
A disease that only grows
Created by the shrink of failure
That crawls into your soul
Don’t conform to a feeling
That doesn't exist, it's not possible
To release the pain
By the drug of chaos
To relieve the “insane”
By the hand of doom
Sorrow, it’s all in my hands
Though now a natural state of mind
Who is the most insane?
The shrink of failure…
Don’t create more pain
The creator of chaos…
Maybe it's all misunderstood
In a pensive time of mine
Thoughtless is this institution
Reflections of a now sane mind
Tangled ideas of selfish streams
Expose me for elusiv dreams
Who are you to determine my fate
A moody mind, so cynical and blind
Album: Fortitude (2015)
Lyrics: Patrick Shadowland
© 2011 Desoluna