Delusion

I'm lacking all insight
 Too blind to perceive what's inside
 Too close to judge my own conceptions
 Please tell me what do I see
 Distorting senses, cling on to delusions
 Oh, it's so comforting, controlling one's oppression
 The ever-growing void inside
 Unraveling the thread that leads to new delusions
 Driven by desires of self-deception, misconception, come and prove me wrong
 Distorting senses, cling on to delusions
 Oh, it's so comforting, controlling one's oppression
 The ever-growing void inside your soul
 Grasping air while you fall
 Whatever makes you stand like strong
 But truth will beg for hidden call
 As long as you deny it
 Deny me
 Grasping air while you fall
 Whatever makes you stand like strong
 But truth will beg for hidden call
 As long as you deny it
 Grasping air while we fall
 Whatever makes us stand like strong
 As long as we deny it
 Deny me