Standing beneath towers of delusions

In a room to dull the sences
i cant make sence of this
your world disarms me
i allow it to infect
spreads through all of us
by word or breath

Hold me winters' hands with malice
slivers embedded just beneath the skin
of the angels mouth that feeds us
can you see whats to come
can you see this

More we strive to tower
makes me sick
emulating fantasy, eleviates your concerns
your worlds losing pillars
standing beneath towers
thought we could make a better world
makes me regret
emulating fantasy, eleviates your concerns

winters breath exhailes
my shadow lost in ego
of the human who thought
they could make a better world