Blackout - The Darkest of The Hillside Thickets

Like a spell, like a stroke, like a kick in the head,

It’s like the throes of an epileptic seizure,

Like the crud that you feel after sleeping for days

Like a dream, like a trip, like a drug-induced haze

And I recall only little bits and pieces of Vague similitudes that my instinct says are not even mine

They’re not even mine

They’re not even mine

They’re not even mine

Like a slope, like a maze, like a bottomless pit

Winding around in a secret combination

Like the strain that you make trying to figure it out

Like a death, like a gap, like a watery grave

And all I hear is impossibly distorted impressions

Of a world that I’m positive is not even mine

It’s not even mine

It’s not even mine

It’s not even mine

I knew a thing or two until the time

Strange outer forces wasted my tiny mind

I could not stop it Stop it Not stop it Stop it Like an edge, like a void, like a limitless fall;

Entire lives spent in constant isolation

Like a shard from a frozen shattered aeon of time

Like a voice, like a crack, like a whispering shriek

That echoes on like it’s carpet-bombing feverish white

Jungles of thought that I’m positive are not even mine

They’re not even mine

They’re not even mine

They’re not even mine

I knew a thing or two until the time

Strange outer forces wasted my tiny mind

I could not stop it Stop it Not stop it Stop it How long have I been gone,

Tucked down inside this limbo while

My dreams are crushing me?

Enormous gulfs, enormous glyphs, enormous galleries,

Fragmented visions of a nightmare city

Full of cone-shaped beings and me I knew a thing or two until the time

Strange outer forces wasted my tiny mind

I could not stop it Stop it Not stop it Stop it Stop it