Did I need to be saved or my mind was playing tricks on me?
Was I really being held captive or poor Merlin was of my own fabricating?
Was my psychiatrist right all along when she said " its been you all along"?
Was there really any pain or the bandaid was truly a sympathy flier,
cordially inviting the general public to hear my side of the story?
So many questions yet I can't seem to necramance logic.
Is my mind still playing tricks on me and I'm not really dead afterall?
I'm losing my mind once again,
seems old habits don't die at all.
My past still tethers me to the world I once yearned to be free of,
if only this "world" had a manual.
I'm looking for the light but the switch is hidden in plain sight.
Looking for the connection, but my sense of sight is quite evasive,
I thought the connection was severed yet those strands still stand regardless.
I hope to cross-over, there's are joke in there somewhere, I promise.
Beware of what you wish for' they said, but why didn't they specify?
They advertised death as some sort of get-away,
yet here I am, wishing I could get away.
Mere wishes that have now come back to slay me,
now I'm stuck in this peculiar dungeon, but where are all the slaves?
My wishes left me here-
"if wishes were horses then beggars would ride"
I never wished for horses and that's probably why I'm the one being sleighed.
I hope to cross-over, there's are joke in there somewhere, I promise.
It seems I've made it out? there's a metaphor somewhere in there, catch it!
They said there's warden coming to save me?
Jail would soothe me right about now.
Someone swore they'll set me free, I laughed too, but these jokes are getting out of hand.
Who can I trust? Can i afford to trust?
Left my riches in my past lives,
ironically freedom was not something I could buy.
Time is what I don't have but I'll buy a watch and play pretend.
I've done it before, they always end up calling security.
My current location is limbo with a douse of insanity.
I couldn't keep-up with the act now reality has drowned me and left to burn.
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 2:48 AM UTC
Did I need to be saved or my mind was playing tricks on me?
Was I really being held captive or poor Merlin was of my own fabricating?
Was my psychiatrist right all along when she said " its been you all along"?
Was there really any pain or the bandaid was truly a sympathy flier,
cordially inviting the general public to hear my side of the story?
So many questions yet I can't seem to necramance logic.
Is my mind still playing tricks on me and I'm not really dead afterall?
I'm losing my mind once again,
seems old habits don't die at all.
My past still tethers me to the world I once yearned to be free of,
if only this "world" had a manual.
I'm looking for the light but the switch is hidden in plain sight.
Looking for the connection, but my sense of sight is quite evasive,
I thought the connection was severed yet those strands still stand regardless.
I hope to cross-over, there's are joke in there somewhere, I promise.
Beware of what you wish for' they said, but why didn't they specify?
They advertised death as some sort of get-away,
yet here I am, wishing I could get away.
Mere wishes that have now come back to slay me,
now I'm stuck in this peculiar dungeon, but where are all the slaves?
My wishes left me here-
"if wishes were horses then beggars would ride"
I never wished for horses and that's probably why I'm the one being sleighed.
I hope to cross-over, there's are joke in there somewhere, I promise.
It seems I've made it out? there's a metaphor somewhere in there, catch it!
They said there's warden coming to save me?
Jail would soothe me right about now.
Someone swore they'll set me free, I laughed too, but these jokes are getting out of hand.
Who can I trust? Can i afford to trust?
Left my riches in my past lives,
ironically freedom was not something I could buy.
Time is what I don't have but I'll buy a watch and play pretend.
I've done it before, they always end up calling security.
My current location is limbo with a douse of insanity.
I couldn't keep-up with the act now reality has drowned me and left to burn.
My Hell Their Circus Track 12
