The record in your head keeps on turning
the phantom melody a knight
unyielding in his quest to protect your soul.
The waves crash as reality fades
the lyrics fight to drown the voices
creating a mixture of torturous beauty.
What is real, what is right
do you control this illusion?
Worthless, nothing, can you do anything?
children what's that sound,
it won't work you can't silence-
another brick in the wall.
Can't breath, you will never deceive
take me down, I'm going to strawberry fields
why try to fight, useless energy spent
nothing is real
you cannot outrun yourself
take these broken wings and learn to-
no escape from your own mind. . .
fly. . .
the beat never ends,
constant cadence to cover
perpetual roars of desecration.