Mirage Songtext

von Drewsif Stalin's Musical Endeavors

How long have I slept?
Can I trust that any of this is real?
How long have I stirred?
Can I believe that all of this resides in fantasy?
Blurred lines reveal an untrustworthy representation of events transpired.
Am I to trust my mind's eye?
Or have I truly gone mad?
Drifting with no end in sight, or a final exit plan.
As I wander in the empty, I can feel it creeping in.
Stranded with an unfinished thought: I cannot remove myself.
Seeking the springs, the solvent to this murky solution.
I've slipped into a daze, a boundless maze, a short lived resolution.
Mirage, a short lived resolution.
Is this just a construct within my mind, or set into place by something divine?
A prophecy come to fruition?
Or set into place by my own intuition?