Strange
Darkwell / Roland Wurzer
I hear a voice in my mind
There is a gate concealed
My emotions are so blind,
Nothing revealed
Tumultuous thoughts on the face
A dementia in deep
My emotions are so blind,
It's an infected creep
Strange layers of our pride, forever lost
Vividness of the tale, disguised
Our beliefs are the hopes weird host
Unimportance will be realized
Consciousness begins to fade
Yet the state of mind debased
The decisions are made,
Madness is faced
Grabbed by the inner demon
Disrooted of mankind's grace
The societies crippled son,
It's an infected creep
Strange layers of our pride, forever lost
Vividness of the tale, disguised
Our beliefs are the hopes weird host
Unimportance will be realized