Testo Mythomania

You walked a mile
On broken glass
Through glowing coals
You were 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't blame ya
You're safe in here
Inside your castle
In Mythonmania

Cold crescent moon On a red cross
Its 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

You caught belief
Like some disease
No Words can save ya
Cuz you're all along
You're on your own
In Mythomania