Infected with dreams of shrouded sorrow
Deciever nightmares that whisper other nights
Shrewd spiders of decay are weaving solace webs
To inyect their venom and spread it through perception
Appreciation of the environment has been compromised
Toxins have reached the consciousness of the subject
Inducing him into cronic deception
We no longer live among real humans
Onirical plague has spread to them all
The only way to avoid living death
Is to know that there are no spiders after all
To come seeking for your primal mind
To tear up your roots
Infected with dreams of fake redemption
Avoiding nightmares, assuming future damage
Frail spiders that consume our whole identity
Leaving behind pieces for us to reform as they want
We no longer live among real humans
Onirical plague has spread to them all
The only way to avoid living death
Is to know that there are no spiders after all