From The Black Cubical

Here I am, rotting in a place they call bliss
Soaked in an emptiness
To see reality did things as it pleased

Here I am, stroking my messiness
Fettered in additional story
Soaked in an emptiness

My brain is hurricane, but no, it's not about history
As I close my eyes, commotion freeze in yellow dim
Fettered in additional story

This black cubical is the most crowded rim
Claustrophobic fills the cavity in a mysterious way
As I close my eyes, commotion freeze in yellow dim

Words may decay in ages and ended stray
My soul longing for the love that never been full
Claustrophobic fills the cavity in a mysterious way

Shadow wade above the ambiguity whirlpool
My soul longing for the love that never been full
Here I am, rotting in a place they call bliss
To see reality did things as it pleased