Testo Disillusion

All I have return to me. The quiet little symphony of voices telling me I need to throw my hands up. All I want is symmetry between what I have and what I need. Just the blissful opportunity to turn my mind off. Who took my place cause I don't recognize this face of mine. It's the disillusion of the lie that I created. It's my growing inability to give you everything you need. It's measured in the weakness of my spine. All I am is all you see. The bastard son of human greed. Trying to fill my endless needs. But time runs out when time runs out. All I am is all you see. A slave to ideology. A voice of reason always screaming. Time runs out when time runs out. It's the disillusion of the lie that I created. It's my growing inability to give you everything you need. It's measured by my weakness. It's my growing inability to comprehend that human needs are measured in the weakness of our spines.