Paranoid Carbon

(альбом: A Profusion Of Thought - 2022)

From time to time
I'm ruined by
This awkward serenade
As the hollow masses take in turn
To piss on my parade
With such delicate precision
I almost think they're peering in my soul

For each and every turn
There is a legion to behold
A faceless opposition
With a button for a soul
Take your lines from off each other
Your faces from a bowl that I can't see

Leave all your hollow fears inside
Push all shallow dreams aside

For years of on and on
It's no surprise I'm growing old
For a bastard generation
With no will to let it go
And I weaken my position
Every time I lose control
In their face

Well there's something in the air
And I can't see what's coming on
They'll feed on my condition
As I'm dying in the sun
And I'd like to leave this circus
And I'd like to stop the bus
But it just resonates
Just resonates

Leave all your hollow fears inside
Push all shallow dreams aside

Is there nothing in the air?
Are no voices anywhere?
In this infinite universe
I had to be spawned here
Do I suffer in this curse?
Fuck my lovers in reverse?
Do I bow down to the uniform?
Lick the boots of all my fears?
My fears

Leave all your hollow fears inside