Wall of Sleep - Labyrinths Songtexte

I turn to myself , to look for remains of time
My past gives birth to torsos of dead hours of mine
Present brings abortion-days into this nameless world
Devoured rotting flesh of my unspoken words

I can feel the walls the maze of smiles of fake
Built of blows of mine I can feel the walls leads my steps astray

Mutants of birth and breeding-sharp fangs to hire
Ariadne's thread made of barbed wire
Doors open to Nowhere, beyond invisible sill
Walls of deranged concepts keep on growing still
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