NTAS: The Brain Plots Against Man

My mind is revolting against me.

I'm not sure how I know,

maybe it's telling me.

Maybe I'm supposed to know,

maybe its guard is down.

I should stop talking about it

before it gets suspicious.

I can't stop thinking about it,

or rather it can't stop thinking about it.

Oh God, its reading this isn't it?

This machine with emotion

is dreaming up a reality

of another conscious plane.

Calculated computer,

my callous core,

you keep controlling my crown

like a king in the shadows

and I'm not ready for this war.

Piecing it all together

like a professor analysing some poorly constructed poem

(hey, what are you trying to say?)

oh, what are you trying to show me?

Say it, cryptic killer.

Tell me what I must do.

I know I've been conditioned to fear the cure

but I'm starting to believe in you...

NTAS: Another Damned Nosebleed!

Are these constant nosebeleeds

a demon in my bloodstream?

A simulated symbol for my sin

and a stern living segment of a dream.

I keep running away with the thought

that it's all about to suddenly stop

and if I wipe my dripping slate clean

my blood will simply clot.

NTAS: Reincarnated, Re-restrained

A world that has happened in a world that has happened in a world that has happened

in an intertwined loop

and I am just a small dent in the groove.

Oh how it keeps on spinning when it's stuck on the same sighing second,

spinning, sighing,

spinning, sighing,

skipping.

A world that has happened in a world that has happened in a world that has happened

in an intertwined loop

and I am just a small dent in the groove.

Oh how it keeps on spinning when it's stuck on the same sighing second,

spinning, sighing,

spinning, sighing,

skipping.

Stuck.

Meaning? Missing without the context of the prior minutes

which made up moments of...mystery?

A world that has happened in a world that has happened in a world that has happened
in an intertwined loop
and I am just a small dent in the groove.
Oh how it keeps on spinning when it's stuck on the same sighing second,
spinning, sighing,
spinning, sighing,
skipping.

Stuck.

NTAS: Beyond the Spectrum

I'm not afraid of the things we know to be

but I'm terrified of what lies beyond

the spectrum of things that our eyes can see

and when I glance into the mirror glass

to see my glowing reflection

the ghostly stare that shimmers back

is merely from the mind's projection.

So could it not follow that all we know

is a figment of our imaged imagination

and both everything and nothing exist

beyond the bounds of rational creation?

I close my eyes and see dots amongst the black

which fearlessly float and bounce around their jail;

are the fairies eating my eyes and tender flesh,

why do they feed on my fear and fuck me frail?

NTAS: Scared of my Own Shadow

Does my soul have a shadow

or is it a projection of my lifeless form?

Does my shadow have a soul

with a pulse wicked and warm?

Sometimes I get the sense

that my shadow is not me.

Plots dance in the dark deceiving ripples

of his moonlit lunacy.

I cannot shake this paranoid feeling

that I cannot shake his constant glare.

My shadow is the manifestation of all my doubt

and I have no doubt that he'll always be there.