Left To Designs

The wash of tears of fading day, crippled moon
sunlight gaze. Eons pulled from silent pause,
entrance from voids drifting distance...
aeons sleep passive over me.
Inching like a lifetime, in you, for all of time
the space defy, what you feel inside.

Left to designs, fight or leave. How
can we be free? When we are shared dis-parch.

Your error became majesty. No worry or concern.
How when I feel, could I not mistake who I be.

Entrance this palace, the corridor of my
destiny and remove me.
These halls of harrow let me grace the outside
world, disconnect me from the device.

Left to designs.

Slumber now forever more, like the stars
forevermore. Now ever clear, vanish into fantasy.
The blank slate of human mind. Clear ever slant
and ever thorn. Weave your way, through the lies.
Till exit from here. Understand, and know there is
more then truth. There is a dream like peace.
See with your eyes in reality the beauty in each others fantasies.

Wash the tears from eternity,
let life bereave, let the nightmare
set me free. Wash the tears from emptiness,
left to device in void's heart.

Way back where it belong,
you found a perfect peace.

Left to design- left to shame.
What I see isn't what I really am.

Hypnotized don't know what I am.
Left to fantasy- desensitized for a greater good
you misunderstood.
Left to designs- you are written the lies, you can't
stop the violence. Stop the cry, the thoughts that creep inside.
Set me on my way, the course to set to set me free.

Wash the tears of eternity.
With me!

Way back where it belong,
you found an emptiness and a darkness,
didn't know where it came....
forgot where it went....
left to. Be hypnotized by the life.
The truth and lies in the end all that mattered
was your utmost trust in your soul and not fear
or doubt but that is impossible.

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