Twinsoul - Need

Two-fold puppets stand in line

Sentient gnomes with forfeit lives

Ripped away from illusions of choice

Pitch-forked demons with a muted voice

It is the moment of truth

Now that my soul is divided

Spitting on my wounds to try and feed

My crimson beast with shards of light

It’s like chasing the patterns of the blue waterfall

When all of your dreams should be painted red

Servitor, monochromatic race

Two times blessed and two times cursed

Living the details of someone’s dream

Two times dead and two times tricked

Born again with both parts sick

Faith, to divide the systems of god

To dismantle his three-folded case

Embrace both darkness and light

Nature and wisdom alike

Keep on, stand up and struggle

Shatter the shadows

Thoughts die inside

Neuron feelings

Orgasmic psychotron

I am happy

I am sad

I am withered

Chained behind

Bathed in darkness

Choked on light

Far from heaven

Hell inside