Down in voids of mind
Where boiling feelings come to surface of
Renewed impressions
I craft my mast of mindless inspiration
Truth? There is no truth!
Or have you seen a sign of its existence?
In this sordid world
Where we can't live without deceiving
Rebuilt Babylon
The substance of confusion
Rebuilt Babylon
Switch off
Close your eyes
And rest in silence
The new dimensions of speech
Opening doors to perception at a new level
Jamming commonly-known sense into
the rage that cannot be shown
Slowly grinding the flesh from the inside
Demolishing irony of what is our pride
Void is all I want
I dream of silence
Pure, eternal
Real - where sense is healed
But all I see is this rebuilt Babylon
Words these feeble sounds
Through which we strive to shake the souls
Of others, of ourselves
And interact for bringing all together
Fools! You trust in fates
In lines and dots, combined in millions of
Expressions, questions
We're tired to ask again in circles
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