Distorted Force - Illussions Fed With Death Lyrics

With the less spit of light
Thoughts that crush on the wall
Paper white born, blood with a bite
It seems new, bail, lost, crawl

A ship sails slow in the night
Down on a cloud of a fading sight
A feather in my hand
Slayed poems turned red

And the voice became a scream
And the scream became a growl
Holding the bars, filled with pain
A break let me out in the rain

No more flowers to feed our souls
We drink dark horizons, our eyes gently close
Mirrors in an ocean of lust
Melts through garbage and dust

Images, sounds, feeling the days
The days I've never lived
I held her hand, to walk to that place
A fiddler I've never seen

Till I pass, again in that door
As existence commands
I cried her name till I woke up
Illusions, death as they blast

And she was staring at me
Doing nothing at all
No one could help me in this madness of smoke

Till the end of that day, the lines were done
Till I felt the warm of the morning sun