We are puppets of The mind
Lost in agony.
Living in fear,
Darkness and despair.
We look for answers,
And a way forward.
The mind produces pain
And endless torture
The destroyer of bodies,
Wishes and dreams.
CHORUS
There is no confort zone
We look for answers
Impossible to find
Mind prisioners
MIND PRISIONERS
Like it’s a war
A countdown to the last day.
We can’t do anything
The destruction of thought
Agony, despair, death.
Everything on a razor’s edge
Impossible answers.
No belief, no faith
Slowly rotting
Inside yourself