Maybe theres a miracle waitin' to happen in de places and spaces with the mystical patterns where dark is light and de light is bright it's a struggle to maintain my appetite in a time thats filled with gluttonous failure I'm at pains to express this ya devious behaviour Spend money, time or a very last dime on de tings you would only ever leave behind It's a worrying time to lift you head up from the compa**, with no obvious answers to the questions offered Blinded by the fictions of an audio addiction, takes the senses to a place of imperceptable conditions Like who dare ask 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 and I'm twisted out of all recognition. See this is systematic of the tings 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 thats 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, and to this body of sound and escape the mesh