Phantasmal Paranoia

<br>When the sun won`t shine on you<br>They are inside you, intoxicating<br>Bringing the deal from the devil<br>Your soul will be sold tonight<br><br>Drifting at the interstellar oceans<br>Laconic voice speaking about itself<br>As I see myself chasing me into the vortex<br>Discipline`s executed below the surface<br><br>[Chorus:]<br>When synthetic gallows takes control<br>Murder of my mind is one of a kind<br>Believe in the words of darkness<br>Life is soon to be out of vogue here<br><br>There is no grave beneath my flowers<br>No worms on my bones<br>No proof of existence<br>No formula to exit<br><br>When the worms encircle your shrine<br>They are still inside me, intoxicated