Afflicted. Progidal Sun. Spirit Spectrum. Zeneszám

My veins begin to freeze
as I adapt to cryogenic sleep
slowly losing consciousness
in the grasp of high-technology

I'm falling through the scrying window
spinning through a spheric world
confluent, psychedelic
flashing visions clear

Holographic, schematic
molecular, reversal
transmutation, acceleration
access access access to myself

I am on a journey
through the sanctum of myself
I am searching
for the secrets of my soul
I am experiencing
the depths of my mind
I'll find entrance to inner dominion

I chase myself through the maze
just to find what's in it
facing the mirror of emotions
the spectrum of my spirit

Revive memories, impale oblivion
I am present, in my own mind

Seconds freeze, vacuum time
reality denied
collapsing mind, trapped inside
forever I will die?

I am running mindless through the maze
as I face the entrance to the gate
behind the gate there's just another maze
this is eternity, I am forced to face
I see the image of my spirit spectrum
every color has turned black or grey
there are no limits to how much a soul can suffer
I will experience for an eternity