Psychosomatic Songtext
von Harbinger

Why must we speak in tangles
Why do we think in such erratic ways
Life is full of perplexing complex complexities
Is it possible to master the art of simplicity
What is its true definition
How on earth could it be simple
Simplicity is its own contradiction

Deprivation can lead to demise
Left untreated, they′ll soon cast their eyes
Away
Do not deprive others or yourself
Of goodness or enlightenment
These are just words
Pouring from my chest
Spewing from my pen
That mean something to me

That should mean something
Something to you


My mind keeps on spilling these erratic thoughts
But my hands can't keep up with the pace
Too many words are being wasted
Unwritten, then forgotten
Vanishing into thin air
Callous hands
Every point peering at itself
Every self inside the point
The nature of disintegration
Is inconsistent and stilted.

Deprivation can lead to demise
Left untreated, they′ll soon cast their eyes
Away
Do not deprive others or self
Of goodness or enlightenment
These are just words
Pouring from my chest
Spewing from my pen
That mean something to me

That should mean something to you

Callous hands
Every point peering at itself
Every self inside the point
The nature of disintegration
Is inconsistent and stilted.