Anaesthetic Neurosis

Synchronize you internal systems to become one with the superior machine

Inhale the unborn air to free your spirit from pollution

Find the thin red line in your dark catacombs

And dive into your fears with the stupidity of an unsecure daredevil

The battle against infested cells rages on inside your rotten infection

Throw up your inner secrets on a rusty silver plate

And forget your path of life that you thought you had chosen so well

To revaluate all the injected propaganda that have been pulsating in your veins

Twist your spine to paralyse your inner demons for a mere second

To be free from guilt and pressure for the first time in a lifetime

But soon the anaesthesia will be gone and the neurosis will bury you again

And no one will ever notice your inner war for peace of mind

The disruptive tumour has imprisoned you inside a melting piece of flesh

And as your intestines starts to fall apart you believe your own dreams

Unable to part reality from fiction your illussionary disease spreads

As long as you don't give up the ghost that's been your tormentor since all this began

Only your third eye knows the origin of your selfdestructive behaviour

And deep inside your tomb you know that all you have to do is open it and see

But your struggle to be understood is more important than to be free

And slowly the body gives up and you're just another forgotten soul