At times my thoughts feel like a burden to this facade
But I can always escape to the conscious plane where they reside
Is the darkness a stain on a mural of light
Or is there a light shining through the black
I know I could live in my own dream world say to hell with all of this
If reality's perceived by how we think then who imagined all this shit
Is the darkness a stain on a mural of light
Or is there a light shining through the black
Is the darkness a stain on a mural of light
Or is there a light shining through the black