Victim Yield - Delving Truth

Behold the man becoming as one of us
you realize you’re close to the gone
This chiding voice could never sound human
every slightest nuance, every inflection
Every modulated resonance
beyond the reach of humans
When you feel pain in your chest
you stop breathing waiting for the rest
Remembered terrors, agonies
tormented thoughts, untouchable memories
You’re getting down starting to shake
your eyes are closing you’ll never awake
Nothing’s left to be done
exception of living, forsaken one
dead mind, frozen blood
spirit’s gone, attributes of god

The mind is a mirror of the universe
See the reflections
The universe is no mirror for the mind
Nothing out there nothing in here
Shows ourselves