Forced into my own observations
Alone, bruised, with thoughts of revelation
Four walls becoming my new hemisphere
Encircled, caught, by visions yet unclear
No one will ever see what I see
No one will ever reach what I reach
Golden stars magnetized by contemplation
Refined, stable, in the age of my evasion
Follow me for I am driven by powers surreal
My sins are long forgiven
No one will ever see what I see
No one will ever reach what I reach
They've hunted me for fear of verity
Psychopath is how they call me
No one will ever see what I see
No one will ever reach what I reach
No one will ever know what I know
No one will ever feel what I feel
A NEW ORDER!...