Torture Device Illusion Of A Dream
How the world changed in but a fortnight
It only happens in a childs mind
Adapting through reluctant acceptance
Even though he knows what's being defiled
He feels nothing
He feels everything
His ravaging thoughts
Is it real, is it me?
He tries to understand though it is not his responsibility
Everybody knows yet they hide from the truth
His change is evident
His lifes bedevilment
Still they all cower his monstrousity
He feels nothing
He feels everything
His ravaging thoughts
Is it real, is it me?
Like war inconceivable so is this
Their reality does not allow for such atrocities
They created the illusion of a dream
But in saving themselves
They sacrificed his soul
He feels nothing
He feels everything
His ravaging thoughts
Is it real, is it me?
I feel nothing
I feel everything
These ravaging thoughts
It's all real, it's me
Who are they
Where am I
What is real
Is it me?
What is real
Is it me?
