Text - Mythomania

  • Mythomania

    You walked a mile
    On broken glass
    Through glowing coals
    You wore a path

    The words on your tongue
    A mechanical song
    Your face is lined
    With disappointment

    Oh white matter mind
    What have you got to say?
    Reasons combine
    To force you away

    You’re moving on
    You solved the problem
    And who can blame ya
    You’re safe in here
    Inside your castle
    In Mythomania


    Cold crescent moon
    On a red cross
    It’s happening soon
    It’s coming for us
    Oh white matter mind
    What is there left to say?
    Reasons combined
    To force you away

    No telephone
    No television
    No news that drain ya
    You’re safer here
    More atmosphere
    In Mythomania

    In Mythomania

    You caught belief
    Like some disease
    No words can save ya
    Cuz you’re all alone
    You’re on your own
    In Mythomania