Entrance point in your vision,
the sight reassures you.
Gray surrounds the night,
the paradox blinds you.
Trancing sounds console your mind.
Pain is perceived as orgasm.
Your body structure dwindles with time.
The events occur unnoticed.
You venture closer, completely brain numb.
Mind trapped in the asylum of your head.
Your master inscribes \"your\" thoughts upon you,
as the journey to the apex becomes drudgery.
Why is this pleasure suddenly tormenting?
Why are these feelings contrasting themselves?
Its time to wake up, its time to understand

You open your eyes.
About fucking time.
You absorb reality,
you know the differences...
fact from fiction,
truth from lie,
white from black.
you see the white,
it is separate from you.
While the black engulfs you,
striving to control you.
Your resistance is hopeless.
The system does not care,
the system is immune.
It is too late to save your tainted soul,
and so....
The ambivalent tone reclaims your consciousness.
The white recedes along with your life.
Your final exodus leaves behind nothing but black...
Everything is black.
Everything is black.
Everything is black.
Everything is black.
Everything is black.
Everything is......

Gone.