Quietness descends on me when I wake from my slumber.
Every morning it leaves me full of curiosity and wonder.
Wondering what would happen if some things were changeable.
If I gave it enough thought could they be obtainable?
Here in silent lands I'm struggling with my own conscience.
I would blame it on the early hours and say it is nonsense.
I know I'll go back there to attempt to get a solution.
Am I going mad or am I made insane by the illusion?
From now I am going to keep a diary.
I won't hear you making a liar of me.
I'm sure of the things I am seeing and hearing.
I'd blank it out but I can't stop the images from appearing.
Here in silent lands I'm struggling with my own conscience.
I would blame it on the early hours and say it is nonsense.
I know I'll go back there to attempt to get a solution.
Am I going mad or am I made insane by the illusion?
Did you honestly think I was going crazy?
I'd like to show I am bothered but I don't have time for you to phase me.
I've got to figure out how this force is works.
Unfortunately the clues I found have gone berserk.
Here in silent lands I'm struggling with my own conscience.
I would blame it on the early hours and say it is nonsense.
I know I'll go back there to attempt to get a solution.
Am I going mad or am I made insane by the illusion?
I'm not mad and I wish I could prove it.
I've got a wound that reopens but no ointment to soothe it.
If I explained it would you listen to what I am saying?
I tell you now there is no reason for the praying.
Here in silent lands I'm struggling with my own conscience.
I would blame it on the early hours and say it is nonsense.
I know I'll go back there to attempt to get a solution.
Am I going mad or am I made insane by the illusion?