Unconsciousness.
What you do when your mind is unconscious?
What steps you take when you are having a dream?
What path you choose when many seems unreliable?
What feelings you seek for when loneliness in your only friend?~
What card is showed to you when you are in a moment of despair?
What sight is really on the horizon?
What eyes are undeniable real?
What words are true?
Haunted by the past,
Hunted by heartburning,
Wanted by never ending desire.
Which way to go? Where to go?
Use your brain wisely.
Landed by liars in the form of humans,
Loved by believers who died believing,
Sang by the freed who are left still.
Say my name, please, would you wake me up?
Use your intuition correctly.
A dream that, one in many, there is no escape.
A life that, one in many, there is no peace.
A house that, one in many, there is no sanity.
What lies beneath the earth,
behind the curtain,
besides what is showed to us?
Wide vision in a huge world hidden from our fooled minds.
Mirror of intelligence and generosity under a cloth.
Treasures called hope and courage exists, and touch few of us,
all because of this swamped history,
of this smothery smoke,
of this reality of unconsciousness.
What steps you take when you are having a dream?
What path you choose when many seems unreliable?
What feelings you seek for when loneliness in your only friend?~
What card is showed to you when you are in a moment of despair?
What sight is really on the horizon?
What eyes are undeniable real?
What words are true?
Haunted by the past,
Hunted by heartburning,
Wanted by never ending desire.
Which way to go? Where to go?
Use your brain wisely.
Landed by liars in the form of humans,
Loved by believers who died believing,
Sang by the freed who are left still.
Say my name, please, would you wake me up?
Use your intuition correctly.
A dream that, one in many, there is no escape.
A life that, one in many, there is no peace.
A house that, one in many, there is no sanity.
What lies beneath the earth,
behind the curtain,
besides what is showed to us?
Wide vision in a huge world hidden from our fooled minds.
Mirror of intelligence and generosity under a cloth.
Treasures called hope and courage exists, and touch few of us,
all because of this swamped history,
of this smothery smoke,
of this reality of unconsciousness.
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