Mhysteric (Ashent)

The journey will be long and with no return Your faith’s final moan, the seas will cry and claim its victims Betrayed your feeling, in this slackness of meaning I know you have to leave, there’s a look in your eyes The cities lights burn ever bright And you will learn the practice of pleasure You love machines that dream of perfection Shaped as me in my paradise Don’t weep for horror don’t weep for this mhysterical loss Of human thought Your future once burned bright for the world to see The pressure now builds and breaks the man they thought you would be Voices they haunt you, as you drift alone on this empty sea There’s no time for remorse, your valor was not in vain Behold now the lands long fore told And you will learn the practice of pleasure You love machines that dream of perfection Shaped as me in my paradise Don’t weep for horror don’t weep for this mhysterical loss Of human thought