Stricken
Mortad
In convolution trapped, emancipation we seek
Truth to be unwrapped, in our frail mask besieged
Time goes by, instants die, life’s not worth, living twice
My tales die, hands trail, traces of, formless thoughts
Today we fight the monsters, tomorrow we’re new ones
As we breathe the stale air, we seethe against each other
Mornings dawn, lights shine, sights shadowed as night
Truth to be unwrapped, in our frail mask besieged
Time goes by, instants die, life’s not worth, living twice
My tales die, hands trail, traces of, formless thoughts
Oppressor and oppressed need each other, everyone seems to be one or the other
You’ve got to be exploited or exploit, oh yeah, be one or the other
Is there something to uncover, a reason to life to discover
Is reality just in our minds? an error that easily blinds
Screaming at the outer craze, my mind turns to inner haze
Inner haze
Truth to be unwrapped, in our frail mask besieged
Time goes by, instants die, life’s not worth, living twice
Today we fight the monsters, tomorrow we’re new ones
As we breathe the stale air, we seethe against each other