[Lyric] Vintage Telepathy (The Deathtrip)

You're now showing
Several signs
Of third-mind
Permanent murder
Visible symptomes persist
Of dead-zones
On dead-ends

Who built this house in your head?
With it's ever-descending staircase
And it's multiverse
Symmetrical doors
Everything reversed
Coming down

Brainwashers wash your skeleton
Psychic death-wave
Trauma trippers rise
Eyes on the inside peel backwards
No organic flesh
No body in which to hide
Undulating in limbo
Unconscious dialogues
Trepanned facеs
Jaundiced and yellow

Sword thoughts
In a glass house
Hеirlooms of the ages
Brain sodden vibrations
Death waves sketched on the paper
Vampire psychogenics
The archeology of dream-flesh

Vintage telepathy

Identity is at stake
My mind is taken
What am I becoming?

The risk of physical touch
Wraith visitation
While the inner universe perishes
Dark stars are turning

The shadows are watching
The shadows are calling
My mind is taken
What am I becoming?