Liberation - Backlash

In this hazy place of cold

I reach my hands for desire

Something makes my senses glow

A treasure I admire

You’re my beatiful

Twisted lie

The mental drug in me

That makes me fly

All the things I’ve done are caused by you

A make-believe that thakes me higher

I’m dependent on the words you breathe

They have set my mind on fire

In this state of liberations

Where it always seems to shine

Something blinds my field of view

My imaginary design

But without your love

I left outdoors

I am face with guilt

And remorse

All the things I’ve done are caused by you

A make-believe that thakes me higher

I’m dependent on the words you breathe

They have set my mind on fire