Like Preached Directions - Sacrosanct

Dark figures are twisting in the distance

Are they real or in my twilight zone?

I hate this face, a part of this vision

From the dark half of my brain

I try to concentrate my mind

But an inner voice whispers my name

I live in my unending nightmares

Wakeful and alone with my fears

Compassion is their kind of sympathy

«Just call me and I’ll be there!»

People I would like to trust

Are just feeding me with fuckin' hopes

Like preached directions

This voice in my brain

A whisper turns into reality

I ask myself: «Am I insane?»

«You have got to obey!»

This voice will crack my mind

Trying to get me under control

My will must defeat his force

A succession of psychotherapies

Try to pierce in this secrecy

But it’s just a thing of my own

My turn to win this game

Dark figures are twisting in the distance

Are they real or in my twilight zone?

I hate this face, a part of this vision

From the dark half of my brain

I try to concentrate my mind

But an inner voice whispers my name

I live in my unending nightmares

Wakeful and alone with my fears

Like preached directions

No voices in my head

Mysterious whispers so unreal

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