Letra da Música: Chapter II : Blackout - The Darkest of the Hillside Thickets

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. 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. Stop it. Not stop it. Stop it