Obliveon. Fiction Of Veracity. Zeneszám

An abstract reality, kingdom of dissension
Made of absurd situations
An abstract reality, freedom of illusions
Innate from a veracious fiction

Imprisoned by infinite horizon
Deserted in a world without conception

An abstract reality, mental hurly-burly
Preposterous integrity
An abstract reality, can you believe what you see?
Experience impossibility

Imprisoned by infinite horizon
Deserted in a world without conception

Getting harebrained
You are bewildered by the things you see
Getting insane
It is an exordium to your lunacy

Reality is unreal
No way to know what is true
You are confused and you feel
That someone is playing with you

Hegemony of uncertainty, domination of the nonsense
Archness of the tare
Loss of accuracy, your senses are fading
Overwhelming falsifications you cannot bear

Padlocked in a liberty, completely unescapable
Finalizing your entrance into the exit hall
It's too late to stop the process, it is irreversible
Solitary confinement will end it all