Chapter II : Blackout

Like a spell, like a stroke, like a kick in the head,

It's like the throes of an epileptic seizure.

Like the crud that you feel after sleeping for days

Like a dream, like a trip, like a drug-induced haze

And I recall only little bits and pieces of

Vague similitudes that my instinct says are not even mine

Like a slope, like a maze,

Like a bottomless pit winding around in a secret combination.

Like the strain that you make trying to figure it out

Like a death, like a gap, like a watery grave

And all I hear is impossible distorted impressions

Of a world that I'm positive is not even mine.

I knew a thing or two until the time

Strange outer forces wasted my tiny mind.

I could not stop it

Stop it. Not stop it. Stop it.

Like an edge, like a void, like a limitless fall;

entire lives spent in constant isolation.

Like a shard from a frozen shattered aeon of time

Like a voice, like a crack, like a whispering shriek

That echoes on like it's carpet-bombing feverish white

Jungles of thought that I'm positive are not even mine.

I knew a thing or two until the time

Strange outer forces wasted my tiny mind.

I could not stop it

Stop it. Stop it. Not stop it. Stop it

How long have I been gone,

tucked down inside this limbo while

My dreams are crushing me?

Enormous gulfs enormous glyphs enormous galleries.

Fragmented visions of a

Nightmare city full of cone-shaped beings and me

I knew a thing or two until the time

Strange outer forces wasted my tiny mind.

I could not stop it

Stop it. Stop it. Not stop it. Stop it