Moonrise (Through Mirrors Of Death) [The Obsidian Conspiracy, 2010]

Turn to the left, turn to the right
If you judge me for my faults
My soul searches for flight

Awake in my violent daydreams
I am lucid and torn
I sleep, dreaming in the netherworld
Obsessed and reborn

I feel the moonrise
Inside my head
I feel the consequence
Of everything you left unsaid

And now you're dead...

Is this soliloquy or psychosis
Or self-hypnosis

Burn to the right, turn to the left
If society won't accept you
You scream into the grave

 [bad word] to the underground
 [bad word] to your grave
 [bad word] to your beautiful mistake

I feel the moonrise
Inside my head
I feel the consequence
Of everything you left unsaid

And now we're dead...

[Solo]

Turn away from the light
Turn into the right
If you judge me for my faults
My soul searches for flight

 [bad word] to the underground
 [bad word] to your grave
 [bad word] to your beautiful mistake

I feel the moonrise
Inside my head
I feel the consequence
Of everything you left unsaid

And now we're dead...