Testo di Discipline

Horror is fading into the streaming lights of your everyday view Perception from your side will never be real to no other than your eyes - and only to them Hunt down the hunters that haunt you like demons Telling your brain that it's time to die The unidentified fear that makes your surroundings your enemy is sending Hallucination like real timelaps repeating the sicker you get - like fog you can't grasp Like dreams falling with burnt wings you cease to exist to no others than the loser You rebel towards