Quagmire of nightmare

You lead your army home
While people push you to praise war
That sells souls to the devil for a psychedelic world
You aren’t a puppet coz you are poisoned
And all your words are toxic bomb
You aren’t the chief of your nightmares
You’re thief turning on the night light not to fall in  quagmire of nightmares

I'm falling, I live with all of my taboos are intertwined with the pattern of veins like a tattoo
All my locks are closed in the heart
They’re all turned into scars
And I love them all and will not refuse
And it’s not an excuse

All my words are a strange world of those who are driven into the framework of society
Why are you so afraid and bend under the dark gods and you believe and pray in the law of loyalty
Or are you back in the quagmire of your nightmares and the light has gone out?
Open up your eyes, open it wide
Believe in the light, it lives inside
And you’re still…aren’t the chief of your nightmares
You’re thief turning on the night light not to fall in quagmire of nightmares