Pulled Under at 2000 Metres a Second - Anathema

just freedom is only a hallucination

that waits at the edge of the distant horizon

and we are all strangers in global illusion

wanting and needing impossible heaven

chasing the dream as they swim out to sea

the mirage ahead says that they can be free

become lost in delusion drowning their reason

swept on by the current of selfish ambition

frightened ashamed and afraid of the blame

the questions are screaming the answers are hiding

the sickness is growing distracted condition

you can feel the disgust and smell the confusion

lying insane getting soaked in the rain

draining the sky of the guilt and the shame

the nightmare is coming the clouds are descending

pulled under two thousand metres a second

clawing at walls that just slip through my fingers

darkness consuming collapsing and breaking

distilled paranoia seeped into the walls

and filled in the cracks with the whispering calls

shadows are forming take heed of the warnings

creeping around at four in the morning

lie to myself start a brand new beginning

but i’m losing myself in this fear of living

freedom is only a hallucination

that waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream

deep in the reason betrayal of feeling

the mistakes I made tore my conscience apart as it seems

freedom is only a hallucination

that waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream

freedom is only a hallucination

that waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream

deep in the reason betrayal of feeling

the mistakes I made tore my conscience apart as it seems

freedom is only a hallucination

that waits at the edge of the places you go when you dream…