Sroned

White lines leak through each shadow
Twisting one’s mind and fuelling its ego
Black silver gates judge all our paths
While life is being thrown in exchange for cash

Paper brick world attached to each trip
Mind set lost at a bed with a drip

Black world above, release your slaves
Light world below let me bury my grave
Black world above, release your slaves
Light world below let me bury my grave

One mind lost on the back of disarray
Leaving remorse dying slowly away
Quenched full of lust to gain back control
But you can’t escape what’s about to unfold

Paper brick world attached to each trip
Mind set lost at a bed with a drip

Black world above, release your slaves
Light world below let me bury my grave
Black world above, release your slaves
Light world below let me bury my grave
(Repeat once)