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Dirge For DelusionsPounded headConfounded heart Dosed with dread and visions That feel true Twisted sheets Of sweat and anxious Dreams of machines controlling Aren't so new Guts of ghosts And plights of pirates Heavens host is hostage To the proof Of delusion Changing channels Minds and hearts Judgement panels drive The arts into Oblivion Push the pledge To break the circle Bet the hedges hold To see this through Through Push the pledge To break the circle Bet the hedges hold To see this through See this through I push the odds Trust the ledge Embrace to cut through Our fates in heavens fold And sing Ride through the hours An honor to gift you my name Honest empower And to daydream of crimson, chaos and you |