Song Of Album - "Annoyed" 10 - 11 Created by my friend "bleederhunt" with my lyric text, added me as remix. Copyright RestlessGhost Lyrics, all rights reserved. All texts are written by myself, without the use of AI Playlist is available - Enjoy ------------------------------------------------------ [Intro] The world’s perception, a picture complete, Assembled in puzzles, no details to meet. But what if we see something else, something new? Will the shape of the brain-puzzles alter for you? The ones jammed right in... into our skull? [Verse 1] From the very first day, from the moment we’re born, We clutch a puzzle box, from dusk until morn. The pieces we’re given, the ones we must bind, Assemble a picture, leaving no part behind. To find the full vision, the world as it seems, The wholeness of self, lost in waking dreams. [Pre-Chorus] But what if the pieces aren’t from our own box? Identical shape, but reality mocks. What if we force these strange pieces inside? Will it shatter our minds? Will our world twist and hide? Driving us mad, warping the view? [Chorus] Assembling pieces, a test of our might, Even if outwardly, they look the same light. But one wrong move, one fragment to break, Puzzles in Brain shatter, for chaos’s sake! Turning your puzzle to a world of sheer dread, Where horrors and tragedies reign in your head! [Verse 2] Through ignorance or folly, driven by lust, We swap the wrong pieces, betraying our trust. Trying to look into another world’s eye, Hoping for answers beneath a false sky. But the moment we fear, and pull the pieces free, We lose all our wholeness, destroying the ‘me’! [Bridge] With missing components, the mind starts to blur, Awakening feelings we couldn’t infer. Can they be quenched, by ignoring the ache? If the picture is flawed, for goodness’ sake! What parts do we need? [Chorus] Stripped of the pieces we held from the start, In panic and fear, we try to restart. Filling the gaps with pieces that seem, But it only destroys the Puzzles in Brain dream! And when we have lost all the pieces for good, We’re left in a void, misunderstood! [Outro] No instruction manual on the box’s back, On how to assemble, or which pieces to track. ‘Cause you are the maker, the sculptor of fate, Deciding the picture, before it’s too late. Whole and beautiful, without parts astray, Or shattered to pieces... that vanish away. Vanish away!
