40 Days Songtext
von Torman Maxt

Woke up to the sound
of a melancholy symphony
Of catastrophic fears
that my mind has self imposed
Walking through a haze
of a shapeless swarm of vivid colors
Seems like forty days
or an hour - I don't know


Mind is so unclear
Yet I know exactly what I've done
Pretending not to hear
what my heart tells me is wrong
Looking for a way
to have all my actions justified
I cultivate some friends
who just smile and play along

And then I'm on my way

Heart is full of fear
From a paranoiac dispensation
And it does appear
that the devil wants control
Headed for the place
where the separation never ends
It's only through God's grace
that I missed a six foot hole
Me