Hellblade: Senua's Song - Dan Bull, Karliene

Is it any surprise I feel listless?

When I see strange lights and hear whispers

The beings always seem to have something to discuss

And it’s tough to predict if it’ll be disgusting

Sometimes they point me the right way: a lifesaver

But too unreliable to be called my saviour

No one around me can hear them or see them

Or feel them all breathing appearing to me disappearing as easily

Here when I need them and here when I don’t

A relief and a fear to me

Seeing the ghosts of deceased who were near to me

Leave for the coast bringing grief and a tear with me

Seeking reprieve from the fury that’s jeering me

But it seems that they’re deemed to be here with me

Real as the me that I see in the mirror

Every minute, every week, every year 'til infinity

All that we see and hear and feel is real

As long as we believe it’s real

'Til our walls come crumbling down

Everything is real

I don’t know whether you might know this

But back then we didn’t do diagnosis

We were too blinded by our views to quite notice

The difference between demons and true psychosis

So those most prone to it you might know

Were left to float on their own through the gloom like Moses

Eschewed by those that should have stood by closest

To comply with the group who never knew my motive

Who knows what induced it, was it true mitosis?

Trauma?

Eating funny mushrooms in too high doses?

Giving you mycosis?

Wish I knew why, floating in my supine boat

Roam alone but in two minds rowing

Reciting the poems that I knew by rote

And now the moonlight glow gives a new bright hope

I never lose my focus

'Til I’ve opened up my mind, showing you my opus

All that we see and hear and feel is real

As long as we believe it’s real

'Til our walls come crumbling down

Everything is real

The furies fume in the eerie gloom

Whispering that the darkness will be will be here with me soon

It must be real;

I can feel the abuse

Feel it breathing on my shoulder round my neck like a noose

It’s no delusion.

no effect I’ve produced

No confusion, no illusion, there’s a threat on the loose

They’re always with me, Lord forgive me

Give me the fortitude to force secure the doors of misery

I’m falling quickly, more than simply sickly

This is something dormant that was borne within me

Forming in my thoughts: I’m in deep

But I’ve learned to live with it

And I urge you to purge your prejudice

That led you to spurn and reject me

Just because of hurtful ignorance, picture it

The Pict who never picked her deck

Picking up the pieces of her past and repositioning it

Listen to my voice as if you’re listening to voices in your head

And pick a different choice instead

All that we see and hear and feel is real

As long as we believe it’s real

'Til our walls come crumbling down

Everything is real

That we see and hear and feel is real

As long as we believe it’s real

'Til our walls come crumbling down

Everything is real