M: F.T. / L: T.H.



IT'S TIME TO GO INTO THE ME BELOW

MY MORBID SELF BENEATH

A PERIL TRIP

THE LAST WAY OUT

I SPIN AS I LET GO

IN SPIRALS DOWN THE NARROW LINE

PASSING THROUGH MY AURA

SPIT ME OUT INTO MY MIND

A JOURNEY THROUGH DISEASE



I'M BEHIND MY CYNIC EYES

THAT STARE BUT CAN NOT SEE

THE SICKNESS IN ME...

BENEATH...



I FALL IN UNTRUTHFUL ME

THE ESSENCE OF MY THOUGHTS

SWIRLING IN A THOUSAND VOWS

ENDLESS

TRUTHLESS



SOLO



WHAT AM I

THIS ME BENEATH

A VAIN ORGANIC LIE

THAT RULES ME FROM INSIDE



IMMOBILE NOW I BOW BEFORE REALITY ITSELF

IT'S SUBSTANCE MOVING THROUGH MY EYES

MY LIFE IS TRANSFERRED ONCE

SUFFUSED UPON MY MIND

THE VIEW ERASES BURNS INSIDE

AND THEN ANOTHER FALL



I PLUNGE INTO A WELL OF LIES

A COLD PERENNIAL FLOW

THE VORTEX OF MY SOUL