I No Longer Know If I Am Mad-Age Of Silence

[ti:I No Longer Know If I Am Mad] [ar:Age Of Silence] [al:Acceleration] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]I No Longer Know If I Am Mad - Age Of Silence [00:16.41]I no longer know if I am mad [00:18.23] [00:18.76]Or if I'm feigning it to cover my own mediocrity [00:21.30] [00:21.84]I sometimes feel like a fell wizened necromancer [00:24.77] [00:25.61]Labouring at his pleasure [00:26.95] [00:27.49]Performing his liturgy as one long consumed by ashes [00:30.81] [00:39.18]Factory fumes nourishing [00:41.14]The dreams of the cosmopolite [00:43.77]Affectionate longing for white coats [00:45.89]Auditoriums and blackboard dust [00:48.67]Spiraling walkways webs of concrete [00:50.88] [00:51.41]Bricks and mirrored glass [00:53.65]I no longer know if I have experienced [00:55.44]Passion [00:56.28]Love [00:57.25]Despair [00:58.52]Hate [01:00.41]Was it only socially induced behaviour [01:02.53] [01:03.05]Like long forgotten twisted poetry [01:05.25] [01:05.92]Gleaned from mouldy parchment [01:07.52] [01:16.77]Pain is always more real than bliss [01:19.55]It's in greater supply [01:20.92] [01:21.45]It's the warm familiar womb [01:22.76]In which your mind can hide [01:24.92]As your open doors and portals [01:27.11]Walk the paved paths to offerings [01:29.23]Foiled predetermined neurological patterns [01:32.23]Like paper boats bound for the drains [01:34.95]You speak the incantations [01:36.55]Written on grey mortal walls [01:38.44]Syllables tasting like blood in your mouth [01:41.32] [01:42.54]You know absolution [01:44.01] [01:45.16]You know mortality [01:46.59] [01:54.59]Reality slowly peeled layer by layer [01:57.59]Outwards to the fringe where upon [01:59.68]The altar of forgotten deities [02:01.39]The combustion of the self still vibrates [02:03.70] [02:04.21]Dark flowers thrusting their thorns up [02:06.18] [02:06.92]Reaching where manifestations of [02:08.73]The skies labour to fill the vacuum [02:11.04] [02:11.64]You seek to explain the universe with numbers [02:14.07] [02:14.81]Itch to fill in the final answer underlined twice [02:17.37] [02:18.86]Like an infant you step into [02:20.72]The first light at dawn [02:22.39]It's bright and bitter and sharp