THIS IS NOT A LYRIC. IT IS HOWEVER A SUPPLEMENT OF SOMETHING TO THINK AT WHILE LISTENING TO THIS TRACK. BE INSPIRED TO THE DARK FORCES!

A lonely figure
Old but supremely wise
For millions of years he stand
Now decide to lie down again

From deep thoughts
He took his Clozapine
It was too little, too much
He took it more

Resting and waiting
To be carried away
To be a creator-psychopathic
Of yet another dream

The night before now
His dream was both nice and horror
He thought he could have it eternal
But alas, he need to awake

Counting sheeps, counting numbers
He soon began to fall into a new dream
Via tunnels that lead him to another sector
Vast space with suspended time

Dreaming, nice dreaming, he thought
He began to control his dream
Floating and suspended in space
He created a pressurized ball of basic elements

He flush in water and he usher in fire
And then inject mundane lifeforms into it
He was smiling as he sees the ball filling up
Finally, he can make better psycho-creations

He held up his hands
With the ball suspended in between
He thrust his hands towards the ball
The sudden move then created tidal winds

By the force of the winds, the ball was pressurized
And exploded, massively, into micro fire spheres
From there he perform the whirlwind action
Making all spheres wandering into orbit

The old man felt he had made it perfect
Thus he decide to create several micro-life-races
Of many others spheres he choose
He then command those spheres to flourish

He let loose 2 elements in it, water and fire
Then from there, he said “React and be Alive!”
From water and fire came air and earth
And from air and earth came lifeforms

Then the old wise man let nature unfold
As he had just unleash the primordial light
He observe on his newly psycho-creation from far
His new control of power satisfied him

After million years of watching his creations
That flourishes from a single to multiple lifeforms
From barbaric to intelligent
From love to hate each other

He suddenly remember, he suddenly realized
That he needs to wake up
Knowingly fully that once he wakes up,
His psychopathic-creations will be gone

This is only a dream, yet his another dream
But he will return there again
And to create again, again and again
Then via the same tunnel he returned

What if there is such man out there?
Sleeping and dreaming, and we are in his dream
What if he decide to wakes up?
What if we are just psychopathic creations of him?