Moral Evasion - Hyperion

Raise the tide for every time I fall

Drown myself for the wretched fate

Fail to see the enemies

Claw inside the inner me

I tend to think in black and white

A greyscale and a touch of red

Life hollow, no surrounding

Time is out, room is void

Absence in my sight

I’m following my shadow

Making sure that the light’s

Always on my back

Left the surface to sever a day

From last and tomorrow, zetetic for clues

Underground and into time

Set my sights but rights denied

I tend to think in black and white

A greyscale and a touch of red

As I try to be martyrizing me

Why can’t I see I cannot limit myself to this

Why can’t I see I cannot limit myself to this

I’m set to suffer, I

I’m set to do my time

Witches, demons come to me

Join my ride, pass through spite

Late in time I’ll burn my soul

To wander through the atmospheric sphere

I will not look at the facts, I will not justify

To fulfil all your wishes redefining Moral Evasion

And the truths remain concealed

In depth forever more