Phantasmogoria

And I meander in mortal lanes of festering

But still my childish instincts bloom

Screaming out my soul to the rhythm of the pendulum

Droplets of despair - apparition distorted

My lifeless pulse still rushing on

Pumping to the pendulum

Time's elapsing while I'm waiting

Waiting in anticipation

And I still try to hold on

To what is fading from my eyes

My lifeless pulse still rushing on

Pumping to the pendulum