The ever-spreading illness
Starting to play host
Masked and disguised
As everything we've ever lusted for
The elegance in the riches
The gleam in luxury
Truth be told, fools gold
A burning bridge from reality to illusion
Pulsing into the depths of hypnosis
Relentless exhausting efforts to surface
From this trance
From this trance
Trying to replicate the smoke in the mirror.
Absence of clearity, clouded thought
Debilitating withdrawal
Like the piercing thorn in our side
The discomfort resonates eternally
Whats possessing us to stay afloat
Leading only to a hanging head
