Engelsk text, ge mig lite feedback Lately i come to realize, the matter at hand//Gatherin thoughts that re-arise, when nothing goes as its planned//It feels like - demonic possession, melancholic depression//Chronic bipolar disease or masonic obsession//The feeling that the feelings aint feelin right//Or that u aint feeling shit at all and everything just really might//Run out in the sand// left in the desertland//i look for what i cant understand//A newbrand food for thought i cant taste or hold in my hand//In retrospective, reality is the enemy//In my memory, even hell glimpsed of the heavenly//I must escape the prison of materialism//Or atleast try to envision what it is and what it isnt//My cynicism is far from fictional fairy tales//Picture hell// painted on buildings with windows looking like prison cells//Skit i grammatiska fel