"It is time to become a part of all things."

Doomed to exist inside an ever-expanding nightmare

Eroded and ruled by constant fluctuations

It's wired itself inside my mangled form

My vision is worn, I've seen this all before

Psychoneurosis, we swing back and forth

Access and egress of a place shared by all

Slipping in and out of a sleeping crawl

Unwillingly living; feeling destined to fall

Seeping from cracked blinds

A fear is born of the outside

Invisible walls surrounding all sides

Watched endlessly by unblinking eyes

Condescendingly cast upon one's back

Sight is forfeit; enshrouded in black

Chemicals pumping, firing off signals

Now all control is lost

Pushed too far, rage embodies the vision

A reaction too much for this world of the living

Pushed too far, rage embodies the vision

A reaction too much for this world

Does the soul exist or are we all machines?

Constructed to perceive but not to question

Are we ourselves or just programs that think we are?

Unaware of our reality

Loss of consciousness; disembodiment

Narcissistic undertones of morality

Are we really alive inside the hive mind?

How could our time on Earth be spent feeling free?

For we are lost

Projected cries from the nothing that pierce the mind with a Serpent's tongue

Dark thoughts compel an irrevocable frenzy with a thirst for blood

The shadows will now consume the soul, leaving nothing but a hollow form

The Pendulum Swing

No longer obscured by the impervious labyrinthine depths of the net

These actions incur only ego death

An invaluable lesson learned about the real world a second too late

Leaves nothing but an eternity to mourn the hand of fate

And so the plug is once again filled

To connect the conscience back into protection from ills

Disguising the truth in a veiled simulation

No continuation

Pendulum