Portal

Maybe there's a miracle waitin' to happen
in the places and spaces with the mystical patterns
where dark is light and the light is bright
it's a struggle to maintain my appetite
in a time that's filled with gluttonous failure
I'm at pains to express this devious behaviour
Spend money, time or a very last dime
on the tings you would only ever leave behind

It's a worrying time to lift you head up from the compass,
with no obvious answers to the questions offered.
Blinded by the fictions of an audio addiction,
takes the senses to a place of imperceptible conditions
Like who dare ask the sum of their parts?
Who should tell of this becoming hell?
To think is the link between life and death,
enter this body of sound and escape the mesh.