Rorschach Inkblots

Your mind is a cage
And you are the prisoner

If someone wants to know you 
It means like knife knows excoriated flesh
If someone wants to hold you
Let’s make it clear – it’s all about control 
 I right?
How can you be so sure?

All your conclusions
Keep the tower strong
Made of delusions
Around your fragile skull
You never believe those who’re breaking the walls
You’ll never forgive them stentorian pulse they have
It’s louder than your rants! 

BRAKEDOWN: [bad word] vigil has [bad word] But still your eyes too scared to open
Mucous fear exudes from your bedsores
And you won’t even budge! Never!

Can you even understand it?
Don’t you really want to know what you are?

You said you know what you see
But your eyes can’t see anything but light
Reflected from the past
If even it exists not only in your mind

You never know for sure, no

CODA :
All seems so familiar but it’s only inkblots on your blank eye-bandage, you wear it from birth 
It feels like reality but then you wake up. And which is your real self? Do you think you can tell?

We roam in the emptiness, each in his one-man cell
We can be some smithereens of a sleeping child dream

We roam in the emptiness, each in his one-man cell
We can be some smithereens of a sleeping child dream