There\'s a deep dark path, of which you chose to walk.
To run away from wrath, to not talk.
Maybe it\'s the sights, or maybe it\'s the sounds.
Because There are no lights, as your ears circle rounds.
Your body is one, and your head is pieces.
Dragging on a ton, as all sense slowly ceases.
Tell me that of what you feel, tell me what you think.
Let reality slowly peel, and finally everything begins to link.
All is wrong now, all isn\'t as it seems.
The universe lets your mind plow, as you peek below the seams.
Why try using words, when this is not man made.
So incredibly broad, yet so odd. As here you laid, to finally fade.
Creeping up your spine, was all the answers.
Oh a feeling so sublime, you feel one with dancers.
As you go to tell them all, no words leave your mouth.