Strayed from the common
I hereby declare my dissonance
I opt for being bereft of reason
One defined by the crystalline
I defocalized, outnumbered
Rushing out from every fracture
Upon the dainty conjurer
I will unveil the ill-favored gaze
The turmoil shall be lightening
My ruin will be glowing
Sparks shall fashion a sky
A mark of your own torment
It is your sign, what I’ve become
Go, spare yourself this sigh
Observe until you go insane
Taste the molten flesh and devour its bones
Gather all your sense and crush it to its bits
You’re not behind the bars of your cage
You’re in front of it
Upon the dainty conjurer
I will unveil the ill-favored gaze
The turmoil shall be lightening
My ruin will be glowing
Sparks shall fashion a sky
A mark of your own torment
Raise your eyes up high, an icon gone
Through neglect, we falter
Thoughts falter
Minds wander
