Album Name : Ideas of Reference
Release Date : 2004-01-01
Song Duration : 3:22
Psyopus The White Light
I can see my face inside your eyes. Cold black, prying
into my mind. They're holding my thoughts. Don't let me
think wrongly. They'll know all my weaknesses. Now it's
too late. I'm mentally broken. The torture begins as they
lengthen my skin. Empty stomach pumped with fluid,
eyeballs gouged with sharpened needles. Rubber blankets
soaked in water covering my hollow soul; covering my
soul. I am Pain. The white light is piercing through my
brain. Crystals gleaming. Sterile metal: so cold on my
skin. This cannot be happening. Am I dreaming? This
cannot be real. Someone, please wake me up from this
twisted nightmare. Wake me from this dream. Hallucination
Mental War with the mind. Discombobulated visions and
thoughts trapped inside the mind. I own the White Light.
