Vortex of Self Songtext
von The Odious Construct
Vortex of Self Songtext
Nightmarish symmetry passes the moment through memories of reality
Blinded pain, a holographic resonance, vibrations within me
A source of eternity, beyond the walls of vision kept
A floating vessel, a fragment within
The void obtained at the fingertip
Slowly seething, a thought cascading
A straight through the disarray
Of a anarchy designed to reinforce the true nature
Infinite depths sinking into layers of consciousness
Beckoning my attention
Now, in a moment of panic
Nothing to anchor me, lost in the vortex of self
Banished, this weight on the grip of my sanity
My weaknesses begin to fade
A fatal break, hallucination of reality
Suffocate, an arm flays away, body levitates
Piled down as my throat decays
I′ll never resurface, the undertow dominates
Memories cease
Nothing to anchor me, lost in the vortex of self
The silver cord summoned, ceaseless
Madness simmering, paranoid suffering
A dead awakening, perspective shifts, empty
To remain of this presence, astral projection
What is thought that is thought?
I am thought, I am thought
What is thought that is thought?
I am thought, I am thought
Blinded pain, a holographic resonance, vibrations within me
A source of eternity, beyond the walls of vision kept
A floating vessel, a fragment within
The void obtained at the fingertip
Slowly seething, a thought cascading
A straight through the disarray
Of a anarchy designed to reinforce the true nature
Infinite depths sinking into layers of consciousness
Beckoning my attention
Now, in a moment of panic
Nothing to anchor me, lost in the vortex of self
Banished, this weight on the grip of my sanity
My weaknesses begin to fade
A fatal break, hallucination of reality
Suffocate, an arm flays away, body levitates
Piled down as my throat decays
I′ll never resurface, the undertow dominates
Memories cease
Nothing to anchor me, lost in the vortex of self
The silver cord summoned, ceaseless
Madness simmering, paranoid suffering
A dead awakening, perspective shifts, empty
To remain of this presence, astral projection
What is thought that is thought?
I am thought, I am thought
What is thought that is thought?
I am thought, I am thought
Writer(s): Benjamin Jackson, Casey Ryle, Kc Brand, Samuel Datu, Wesley Yee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
