Cruentus - The Proximate

We are the prisoners of our own mind
Fighting the limitations of the flesh
We own

I stupefy with the train of thoughts
Sweet treacherous noetic opiates
To fall in love
To feel alive - Sweat treachous
Is this a constant illusion
Or just a fucked up poetry

I want to see
There is something more

We're destined for
I want to see there's something more
We're destined for

Filthy and worthy
Every second of life
Although the morality
Received a billion bullets through it's mind

Am I still dreaming inside of a dream?
Nothing is permanent
Nothing is real
Am I still dreaming inside of a dream?
Am I still living where nothing is real

I want to see
There is something more

[Solo]

Replete with contrary concepts
I abide the proximate - Reality
I contradict instincts - Sustaining common dogma
Don't trust common dogma