the night is cold as fuck,
and i'm going nowhere fast.
submitting to ataxia,
from the mind-numbing view,
in the eye of the storm.
dreams of tranquility are fading,
into introspective nightmares.
introspection becomes confrontation.
self-revelation becomes self-doubt,
self-hate defracted,
into a cadence of sour notes.
i'm losing my mind in discordia,
it's a beautiful fucking sight.
no signs of fascist order
in the tumultuous sea of chaos.
only monoliths of architectural pandemonium.
as i walk through the ruins,
treading on dismembered logic,
of sterile objectivity,
treacherous rationale,
the bane of my existence.
and i'm going nowhere fast.
submitting to ataxia,
from the mind-numbing view,
in the eye of the storm.
dreams of tranquility are fading,
into introspective nightmares.
introspection becomes confrontation.
self-revelation becomes self-doubt,
self-hate defracted,
into a cadence of sour notes.
i'm losing my mind in discordia,
it's a beautiful fucking sight.
no signs of fascist order
in the tumultuous sea of chaos.
only monoliths of architectural pandemonium.
as i walk through the ruins,
treading on dismembered logic,
of sterile objectivity,
treacherous rationale,
the bane of my existence.
