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• Artiste: Darkest Of The Hillside Thickets
• Titre: Chapter II: Blackout
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Like a spell, like a stroke, like a kick in the head, It's like the throes of an epileptic seizure Like the crud that you feel after sleeping for days Like a dream, like a trip, like a drug-induced haze And I recall only little bits and pieces of Vague similitudes that my instinct says are not even mine Like a slope, like a maze, Like a bottomless pit winding around in a secret combination Like the strain that you make trying to figure it out Like a death, like a gap, like a watery grave And all I hear is impossible distorted impressions Of a world that I'm positive is not even mine I knew a thing or two Until the time Strange outer forces wasted my tiny mind I could not stop it Stop it (Not) stop it Stop it Like an edge, like a void, like a limitless fall; entire lives spent in constant isolation Like a shard from a frozen shattered aeon of time Like a voice, like a crack, like a whispering shriek That echoes on like it's carpet-bombing feverish white Jungles of thought that I'm positive are not even mine I knew a thing or two Until the time Strange outer forces wasted my tiny mind I could not stop it Stop it (Not) stop it Stop it How long have I been gone, tucked down inside this limbo while My dreams are crushing me? Enormous gulfs enormous glyphs enormous galleries. Fragmented visions of a Nightmare city full of cone-shaped beings and me I knew a thing or two Until the time Strange outer forces wasted my tiny mind I could not stop it Stop it (Not) stop it Stop it