A source quite grotesque , opposing clarity.
Floating lanterns , illuminate the ebony.
Failing to ressurect the shadows lurking by.
Can you hear them ? Whispering absurdity
Retorts in languages I should’nt comprehend
Consolidate their fate ? I must oppose.
Their coffins heavy , their spirits afloat
I cannot sympathise , apathy dominates
Paradise and paranormal may co-exist
Must I eradicate the latter and relax
Distorted auras , searching for purpose
Drowning in delirium , I accept my end
Faith is a delusion , they cackle at cue
Stop reminding me that I’m one of you.