Vertigo by 3 Suns of Aberran

I think, I gotta, think I will
Regrow the trees and then
Deliver the kill
Should I, do I care to know, or would I
Break it down or bring it all up
Irreproachable faces, do they masquarade or cry out to me?
Droids or saints, oppresors, martyrs or fakes
Where is the link? Can it all shrink?
Can it, could it, would it?

Somewhere deep inside out there
My purpose awaits for me
Encoded in fragments, calling out in staccatto

The burning forests ask me am I blind
The blood-stained child confirms that I am deaf
My senses are numb, but still exposed
Coddled and braced, yet overdosed
I think I know how I'm made to feel
Towards the shown, supposedly real
Round up the virtual casualties
Among the trenches of possibillities

Will anyone tell me how am I supposed to feel?
Into the eyes, out of the ears
Turbulence, magnificence, insignificance
Candied lights, alien fights, the teachers of my rights

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