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The Dead and the Dreaming
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A psychotic misinterpretation of reality
Succumbing to translucent nightmares
A silent toast to the death of dreaming
That's what they always said
But we know better than this
These voices call my reason
They tell me I can't see their reality
But I can feel it's existence
There is no darkness in these blinding hallucinations
I have not a sadistic heart
Yet this stimulation they force-feed me
Can never be enough to sate the hunger inside
Swept aside as another case
Doctor said I'm like the rest
These demons in my head,
The hatred in my eyes
I must exercise this violence
Portrayed through imaginings in my mind
Before control is relinquished
And turned to black before me
Lies the eclipsing grasp of my
Hold on this dimension
Perception askew, a soul ajar
I interpret the meanings
And design my own derivations
These friends of mine in corporeal form
Plot with me the impending demise
Of those who threaten to
'Make me better'
I pray that death will grant me
Master of the abstract
And there is nothing missing from the subconscious
They can't contain the concept
Of the ever-bleeding dreams
Spilling over threshold
Between the fantasy
And the materiality
Can't you fucking hear it?
It pulses through the world
Can't you fucking feel it?
I'll beat it through your skull
I placed my faith in these white coats
They told 'it'll be okay'
What's that you say?
There is no control?
Scream louder and bring the saviour
I pray you find peace, as I shall embrace mine
Succumbing to translucent nightmares
A silent toast to the death of dreaming
That's what they always said
But we know better than this
These voices call my reason
They tell me I can't see their reality
But I can feel it's existence
There is no darkness in these blinding hallucinations
I have not a sadistic heart
Yet this stimulation they force-feed me
Can never be enough to sate the hunger inside
Swept aside as another case
Doctor said I'm like the rest
These demons in my head,
The hatred in my eyes
I must exercise this violence
Portrayed through imaginings in my mind
Before control is relinquished
And turned to black before me
Lies the eclipsing grasp of my
Hold on this dimension
Perception askew, a soul ajar
I interpret the meanings
And design my own derivations
These friends of mine in corporeal form
Plot with me the impending demise
Of those who threaten to
'Make me better'
I pray that death will grant me
Master of the abstract
And there is nothing missing from the subconscious
They can't contain the concept
Of the ever-bleeding dreams
Spilling over threshold
Between the fantasy
And the materiality
Can't you fucking hear it?
It pulses through the world
Can't you fucking feel it?
I'll beat it through your skull
I placed my faith in these white coats
They told 'it'll be okay'
What's that you say?
There is no control?
Scream louder and bring the saviour
I pray you find peace, as I shall embrace mine
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This one is another weird concept. I was reading up on a couple of random stories hidden in the depths of the wonderful internet, and found a shocking story about a 7-year old girl with a severe case of paranoid schizophrenia. This got me thinking and researching the condition and I came up with this set of lyrics, from the point of view of a schizophrenic patient under treatment in a hospital and things go a bit shit-shaped.
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Sorry that posted several times... My computer was acting up.