A cruel dream breeding thoughts that
seem to scream through my veins that
if I could change, I could live a life that
is a whole lot less like mimicing the dead and
though it seems to me that this situation
is imbued with hopelessness and futility
it could be that I'm in need of lateral thinking
and I could bury it, run from it, be angry and depressed
or I could learn to think sideways and find
a way to brighten my own life
try NLP or rational-emotive therapy
or individuate through psychological alchemy
or use the Kabal to unite with the inner me
or work on my chakras, to ajna and onward
with my coiled kundalini
but I just can't sink into the swamp here again
compass spinning here in chapel perilis, my only friends
the shadow that has his hands tightly around my neck
a child that's screaming, a muse that won't get out of my head
where could I be buried in this mess?
the winds whip around me, the muck swallows my legs
am I dying now, or am I already dead?
I need to find a way to transmute this hell in my head.
seem to scream through my veins that
if I could change, I could live a life that
is a whole lot less like mimicing the dead and
though it seems to me that this situation
is imbued with hopelessness and futility
it could be that I'm in need of lateral thinking
and I could bury it, run from it, be angry and depressed
or I could learn to think sideways and find
a way to brighten my own life
try NLP or rational-emotive therapy
or individuate through psychological alchemy
or use the Kabal to unite with the inner me
or work on my chakras, to ajna and onward
with my coiled kundalini
but I just can't sink into the swamp here again
compass spinning here in chapel perilis, my only friends
the shadow that has his hands tightly around my neck
a child that's screaming, a muse that won't get out of my head
where could I be buried in this mess?
the winds whip around me, the muck swallows my legs
am I dying now, or am I already dead?
I need to find a way to transmute this hell in my head.
