Wandering deep into a mental endeavour Through the windy kingdom of the mind A river of thoughts from a thousand cold streams Always presumed futile, never rational No sense of direction or time Starving for a flash of coherence Worlds are born and die in an instant What goes down in the mind, stays in the mind Bizarre mirages and a rotten ambience A study of the sinister and macabre Visions unfold in unspeakable horror Viva la esprit, viva la revolution In moments the apparitions annihilate Whatever gained is gone and stays gone The dream is over and the ideas dead The methocha consumes me, absorbs me The dram is over and the ideas dead The methocha consumes me, absorbs me
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