Psychotic Good
I will lie down on a lie
And cover up myself with fear
Making the sound alive,
Making the image disappear.
I have forsaken what I can,
I will embrace what I might,
Cause when there’s nothing left
It cannot turn right.

In the shallow sea made by a pill
Waits a cure for my decease…

I’ll eat a plate of hate,
I’ll have a loaf of loathe,
Entering a new state,
Following an old oath.
I have walked down through
The sick and the false
Willing to become true
With the shadow that falls.

In the shallow sea made by a pill
Waits a cure for my decease,
I will trade a broken wheel of will
For a fragile piece of peace.

Say my name no longer, I’m out in the deep,
I have failed the test, but I couldn’t care less,
I will put myself to sleep,
I will sleep myself to death.

Do you want an explanation
For the source of inspiration
In which my imagination
Found a simple scheme?
I was looking for salvation
When I’ve solved the equation,
Send myself an invitation
For an endless dream.

With a final promise I’m ready to keep,
I will place the seal with my own breath,
I will cry myself to sleep,
I will sleep myself to death.
I will cry myself to sleep,
I will sleep myself to death.

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