Mardröm - Non Compos Mentis

Текст:

As I am running out of time
The train of thought begins to shatter
So incomplete so out of line
My empty heart is beating faster

For when it all comes down it's hard to find the way to reason
But in a place so dire I shall find myself
And when the night is here it haunts me when I should be sleeping
It's strange to think that all these thoughts have been oppressed

Burn with me
Come unto the dark
Falling further and further away from reality
I'm running out of luck

Psychotic walls brittle as glass
Fair to declare Non Compos Mentis
The disbelief must be surpassed
So inhumane can't fight against it

Burn with me
Come unto the dark
Falling further and further away from reality
I'm running out of luck