Fighting an enemy I can't see
Can't speak can't breath
Do they even exist
In the grip of a machine
I bleed I feed
The apocryphal system
Grasping at straws like pulling teeth
This anathema has taken away
Everything from me
This chimerical apparition
This ethereal phantom
Stares at me the omniscient
The nascent perceiver
I am everything and nothing
All at once
I wake to the same dream I had before
I rid myself of this accursed machine
Or so I thought I had
Fighting an enemy I can't see
Can't focus
Does this even exist
In the grip of a fiend
I bleed I feed
The apocryphal system
Grasping at straws like pulling teeth
This anathema has taken away
Everything from me
This chimerical apparition
This ethereal phantom
Religion, division are are one and the same
Provision, derision stare into my eyes
Misprision, elision this is but a game
Revision, incision we need to reprise
I wake to the same dream I had before
I rid myself of this accursed machine
Or so I thought I had
As I ponder life's concision
I am dipped into a pool of confusion
As what I thought was real is just a vision
And the truth is just an illusion
Fighting an enemy I can't be
Can't think can't feel
Do I even exist
Better Left for Tomorrow - Sciamachy Lyrics
Better Left for Tomorrow - Sciamachy Lyrics
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Fighting an enemy I can't see
Can't speak can't breath
Do they even exist
In the grip of a machine
I bleed I feed
The apocryphal system
Grasping at straws like pulling teeth
This anathema has taken away
Everything from me
This chimerical apparition
This ethereal phantom
Stares at me the omniscient
The nascent perceiver
I am everything and nothing
All at once
I wake to the same dream I had before
I rid myself of this accursed machine
Or so I thought I had
Fighting an enemy I can't see
Can't focus
Does this even exist
In the grip of a fiend
I bleed I feed
The apocryphal system
Grasping at straws like pulling teeth
This anathema has taken away
Everything from me
This chimerical apparition
This ethereal phantom
Religion, division are are one and the same
Provision, derision stare into my eyes
Misprision, elision this is but a game
Revision, incision we need to reprise
I wake to the same dream I had before
I rid myself of this accursed machine
Or so I thought I had
As I ponder life's concision
I am dipped into a pool of confusion
As what I thought was real is just a vision
And the truth is just an illusion
Fighting an enemy I can't be
Can't think can't feel
Do I even exist
Can't speak can't breath
Do they even exist
In the grip of a machine
I bleed I feed
The apocryphal system
Grasping at straws like pulling teeth
This anathema has taken away
Everything from me
This chimerical apparition
This ethereal phantom
Stares at me the omniscient
The nascent perceiver
I am everything and nothing
All at once
I wake to the same dream I had before
I rid myself of this accursed machine
Or so I thought I had
Fighting an enemy I can't see
Can't focus
Does this even exist
In the grip of a fiend
I bleed I feed
The apocryphal system
Grasping at straws like pulling teeth
This anathema has taken away
Everything from me
This chimerical apparition
This ethereal phantom
Religion, division are are one and the same
Provision, derision stare into my eyes
Misprision, elision this is but a game
Revision, incision we need to reprise
I wake to the same dream I had before
I rid myself of this accursed machine
Or so I thought I had
As I ponder life's concision
I am dipped into a pool of confusion
As what I thought was real is just a vision
And the truth is just an illusion
Fighting an enemy I can't be
Can't think can't feel
Do I even exist
Writer: Jack Messing
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