written hallucinations Lyrics

Exploring voids to open wounds inside the depths of once forbidden land

I've made the walks and seen it all through my pineal gland

The sinking sand in hourglasses never-ending scour vast dimensions in ascension

Now too attentive to like it

Feeling like a psychic, knowing every move that's next to be taken

Breaking the cadence of my own direction. I just want to know the present

Never wish to know the future's outcome

Now I know I don't last, facing the fate of Malcolm

Existential crisis

Existential crisis having at me, weighing on my conscience

Now I'm making my moves slow, like Luka Doncic repeated process

I gotta find a way to break the cycle before I start to bleed from on the inside, outside

Topsy turvy, verbiage, hearing languages I don't speak

Voices in my head that show me scenic scenes I've never seen

I'm on the brink of a breakdown, but not a breakthrough

This memory lapse, taking a stab at all I came through

Trying to find a rhyming reason, fighting words from spilling down

A blatant burdened indigo, then out the blue

I figured how to conquer what's been staying

Taking claim and aimed to weigh me down

Often as it comes and goes, I should've had the pattern count

Round and round the motion is, the story's all the same to me

Tried to fight the feeling as I thought I laid me down to sleep

I swear that this very ending's something seen in a dream before

As quickly as I thought it, it ended, due to knocks at the door