Anaesthetic Neurosis

Synchronize you internal systems to become one with the superior machine
Inhale the unborn air to free your spirit from pollution
Find the thin red line in your dark catacombs
And dive into your fears with the stupidity of an unsecure daredevil

The battle against infested cells rages on inside your rotten infection
Throw up your inner secrets on a rusty silver plate
And forget your path of life that you thought you had chosen so well
To revaluate all the injected propaganda that have been pulsating in your veins

Twist your spine to paralyse your inner demons for a mere second
To be free from guilt and pressure for the first time in a lifetime
But soon the anaesthesia will be gone and the neurosis will bury you again
And no one will ever notice your inner war for peace of mind

The disruptive tumour has imprisoned you inside a melting piece of flesh
And as your intestines starts to fall apart you believe your own dreams
Unable to part reality from fiction your illussionary disease spreads
As long as you don't give up the ghost that's been your tormentor since all this began

Only your third eye knows the origin of your selfdestructive behaviour
And deep inside your tomb you know that all you have to do is open it and see
But your struggle to be understood is more important than to be free
And slowly the body gives up and you're just another forgotten soul