Fear Before The March Of Flames

i can feel a pull from the outside world
a lonely shadow in the moonlit night
i can feel a pull from the outside world
please pull me up with the oceans
music is seen colors are heard
a dark vision of senses
is this tasting the world?
to ruin the illusion
is this primal or futile?
is this instinct or evil?
is this right or wrong?
i can feel a change
yes i can feel a change inside me
inside you
gnash's through each stranger in the night
your eyes will be opened
it will be too bright to see reality