Everything shifts into focus

Pummelled by sensory input overload;

This taste of clarity beckons me to repeat this experience.



Burn my eyes with the brightest of lights

As the senses adapt to the otherworldly state of mind.

In the sleep deprived, unconscious mind, i search for answers.



I search this path alone.

I search this path alone

In this city of ghosts.



And were you with me, my love,

I would search no more, i would search no more.



For all unearthly revelations come from within,

We hold the key to a tapestry of our own making.



But we must be willing to look to within

And follow the inner voice as much as we can

For the voice of deceit will speak no more.

Embracing the dream becomes a sin in its own way,

Crushed under weight of expectation.



And you will atone.

You will atone.



And were you with me, my love,

We would search no more.

Were you with me, my love

We would search no more

In this city of ghosts.