I'm lacking all insight
Too blind to perceive what's inside
Too close to judge my own conceptions
Please tell me what do I see
Distorting senses, cling on to delusions
Oh, it's so comforting, controlling one's oppression
The ever-growing void inside
Unraveling the thread that leads to new delusions
Driven by desires of self-deception, misconception, come and prove me wrong
Distorting senses, cling on to delusions
Oh, it's so comforting, controlling one's oppression
The ever-growing void inside your soul
Grasping air while you fall
Whatever makes you stand like strong
But truth will beg for hidden call
As long as you deny it
Deny me
Grasping air while you fall
Whatever makes you stand like strong
But truth will beg for hidden call
As long as you deny it
Grasping air while we fall
Whatever makes us stand like strong
As long as we deny it
Deny me