Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
The Delusion
Silence is written to the edge of time,
Mankind is ridden, from the force that drives his mind.
Hidden inside him, is something that's blind.
Come take the venture that puzzles the mind.
Where will you end up when it comes time?
Somewhere inside you, there's a touch that is mine.
Follow the darkness, and time will escape.
Walk toward the brightness, and life will demonstrate.
Sadness and sorrow that sharpens the mind,
Pain and discomfort that frees you of time.
When does the hangman give you his name?
Tell you he's sorry but it's all in the game.
Tell me your troubles I'll show you your sins;
Trial you with wisdom that comes from within.
Does it really matter, if there's something within?
Time tells the truth of what's really sin.
So here we go playing the same old game, Time to lay down and die. There's nothing truly wrong with you, it's really just your mind.
Come and see some sunshine, and talk about your pain,
Life's so short you never find time.
So drain your mind, and start all over again.
Look away to another day; it's just the sign of the times.
Something's coming down, that's what they say.
Times are changing every day.
But time never changes it just moves along,
We just like to sing a highway song.