Maybe there's a miracle waitin' to happen
In the places and spaces with the mystical patterns
Where dark is light and the light is bright
It's a struggle to maintain my appetite
In a time that's filled with gluttonous failure
I'm at pains to express this ya devious behaviour
Spend money, time, and the very last dime
'Pon the things you would only ever leave behind
It's a worrying time to lift you head up from the covers
With no obvious answers to the questions offered
Blinded by the fictions of an audio addiction
Takes the senses to a place of imperceptible conditions
Like who, dare ask, is the sum of their parts?
Who should tell of this becoming hell?
To think is the link between life and d**h
Enter this body of sound and escape the mesh
As a child I was always happy-go-lucky
As a man I believe I am just plain lucky
Alive inside of this ya dangerous system
Locked in, I'm twisted out of all recognition
See this is systematic of the things I have seen
I am lost in Paranoia's most beautiful dream
An escape is made through a thousand doors
With a sub ba** emerging through the open floor
In a state of near paralysis, restriction forms an*lysis
Guided by subliminals that's from another galaxy
Mobilised and lifted by this powers I've been gifted
Givin' answers to questions that never existed
Like, who dare ask is the sum their parts?
Who should tell of this becoming hell?
To think is the link between life and d**h
Enter this body of sound and escape the mesh
Maybe there's a miracle waitin' to happen
In the places and spaces with the mystical patterns
Where dark ... light ... light ... bright
It's a struggle to maintain my appetite
In a time that's filled with gluttonous failure
I'm at pains to express this ya devious behaviour
Spend money, time, and the very last dime
'Pon the things you would only ever leave behind
It's a worrying time to lift you head up from the covers
With no obvious answers to the questions offered
Blinded by the fictions of an audio addiction
Takes the senses to a place of imperceptible conditions
Who, dare ask, is the sum of their parts?
Who should tell of this becoming hell?
To think is the link between life and d**h
Enter this body of sound and escape the mesh
As a child I was always happy-go-lucky
As a man I believe I am just plain lucky
Alive inside of this ya dangerous system
Locked in, I'm twisted out of all recognition
See this is systematic of the things I have seen
I am lost in Paranoia's most beautiful dream
An escape is made through a thousand doors
With a sub ba** emerging through the open floor
In a state of near paralysis, restriction forms an*lysis
Blinded by subliminals that's from another galaxy
Mobilised and lifted by this powers I've been gifted
Givin' answers to questions that never existed
Like, who dare ask is the sum their parts?
Who should tell of this becoming hell?
To think is the link between life and d**h
Enter this body of sound and escape the mesh