I sank down the plane of delusion
Its vast expanses mocked my advances
And bid me: "Oh, fragile mind, you will learn how to fracture"
Scrawled across the walls, the suffering saint cries out
"Is it madness to retreat from the myopic gaze that holds us captive?"
Follow me, I'll take you to the edge of reason
Fall with me, we'll make a home in our delusion
Split my mind ten thousand times
But in every world, there's no exit, no exit
No madness in a dream
No walls surround me to keep me safe
The straight line you draw for me
So perfect, so pure, untie me from reality
When every word is falling from your mouth
Don't let it become your escape
Make an escape from the monolith
Scale the lies of material despondency
I waited on the tracks for reason
But my train of thought, it never came, it never came
The straight line you draw for me
So perfect, so pure, so perfect, so pure
I'd change the world, but I can't change myself
I saw you shout at the shadows
I'd change the world, but I'm chained to myself
Define paranoia
Follow me, I'll take you to the edge of reason
Fall with me, but could the lips of God grace a withered fruit?