The Fractal Effect
This is where you pick yourself up, brush off the ashes.
Clear the smoke and soot from your eyes.
Their word brings desperation, just look around you.
Renewed visions reveals the lies.
My truth will be my own.
My truth will be my own.
You say it doesn't matter, get used to fear.
I tell you, that's the problem.
Get used to the lies.
They mislead your pride.
You blind them with your light.
Jut strand this from the mind.
You say it doesn't matter, get used to fear.
I tell you, that's the problem.
What it's done to you, the way you live your life.
Pick yourself up.
What it's done to you, the way you live your life.
An empty state of bliss, an empty state of mind.
A state of empty bliss pulled into the depths,
Dragged out with the tide.
My truth will be my own and not the one they gave me.
My truth will be my own and not the one that they gave me.
