Critical State

Painful recognition is the key to suicide.

Subliminal in-submission wants to take us for a ride.

Lies or truth our minds don't know,
The torture stays with us.

So as we look within ourselves, it all just turns to dust.

Discretion and demise, nothing appears in the eyes.

Its goal is death nothing more but to see our cries.

Questions and answers who's wrong or right?

I'm hoping and searching with nothing to fight.

I have a gun in my hand ready to pull the trigger.

I stand in silence while the feeling gets bigger.

Death is approaching, hes at the front door.

He just walked in so now I'm lying on the floor.

Diminishing hypocritical words speak out through an open mind.

They spew out into the air with nothing left to find.

In a critical state philosophy has just changed.

History is going future its all been rearranged.

Take in the order that reveals the inner truth.

Go within the self to find whats left of proof.

Subconsciousness in control of everything yet control is out of text.

You look into life itself and find whats really next.