lunes, 22 de octubre de 2007
7th Floor Elevators
Well, you finally find your helpless mind, is trapped inside your skin. You want to leave, but you believe you won't get back again. You only know, you have to go but still you can't get out. You try and try. You're stopped by your own doubt. Reverberation. You find no peace, it doesn't cease, it's deadly irritation. It keeps you blind, it's there behind, your every hesitation. It holds your thought, your mind is caught, your fixed with fascination. You think you'll die, it's just a lie, it's backward elevation! Each thing you do, comes home to you, and pounds inside your ears. Your start to fight against the night, that screams inside your mind. When something black it answers back, and grabs you from behind! Reverberation, echoing through your brain. Reverberation, driving your mind insane.