Shatter The Wisdom - Neuraxis

A terrible racket makes me suffer like a fanfare
Marching throughout my head
Booming so loud my soul has become deaf
Nevertheless reality stands firm
But a very strange conceptual world
Occurs inside this mad distorted ode
Behind my eyes comes the ludicrous crowd
Full of movie makers imagery
So forth I am so forth I dream
Frenzied and rushed unceasingly
Drawn by the wizard's patterns
My mind is no longer my own
Above those hardpacked illusions
Bright with pictures that shall kill the wise's vigour
Is spoiled a great generation
Mankind has lost its mind and therewith the arable ground
The vast field the great
Which the scholars own
Cursed species humans
Can you imagine
What shall save you once the intelligence
Will become speechless locked into silence
When you will remain a fabric's device
Old majesty deprived from her kingdom
Her memory will never carry on
There goes the orb of a system
Ones adorn with a sad Eden and others tried to make it perfect