Illusion Songtext
von Inquinok

Wither in this tourbillion
Enveloped in the kind of madness
That circles around a mind of doubt
Seep into the windowless vestige

Imminence plays what the present cannot
As stillness moves throughout the landscape
A surest rout

The scribe unmarked
Ensuing a god, it persists
Slay the messenger
A candle whispering in the silence

The faint glow of the embers
An embrace
Cold is the darkest embrace
A madness entwined
In desperation


Searching deep within
Spiraling into the abyss
Searching deep within
Spiraling into the abyss

In the parlor of scars
I scratch echoes into the flesh
That instills stories
On the fragments of windows
Fragments
That have shattered
When I left the prose and ruins behind
Vagabond
Singing sweet the playwright
The playwright

I search in my mind
Fleeting words and lost lambs
That I sacrificed so longingly
An illusion

The scribe unmarked
Ensuing a god, it persists
Searching deep within
A candle whispering in the silence