Maybe there's a miracle waiting to happen
In the places and spaces with the mystical patterns
Where dark is light and the light is bright
It's a struggle to maintain my appetite
In a time that's filled with gluttonous failure
I'm at pains to express this ya devious behaviour
Spend money, time, unnu very last dime
'Pon the things you will only ever leave behind
It's a worrying time to lift you head out from the covers
With no obvious answers to the questions smothered
Blinded by the fictions of an audio addiction
Takes the senses to a place of imperceptible conditions
Who the raas is the sum of their parts
Who should tell of this becoming hell
To think is the link between life an death
Enter this body of sound an escape the mesh
As a child I was always happy-go-lucky
As a man I believe I'm just plain lucky
Alive inside of this ya dangerous system
Locked in and twisted out of all recognition
This is systematic of the things I've seen
I am lost in paranoia's most beautiful dream
An escape is made through a thousand doors
With a sub-bass emerging through the open floor
In a state of near paralysis restriction forms analysis
Guided by subliminals that's from another galaxy
Mobilised and lifted by this powers I've been gifted
Given answers to questions that never even existed
Who the raas is the sum of their parts
Who should tell of this becoming hell
To think is the link between life an death
Enter this body of sound an escape the mesh
