Sin's Welcome

My mind feels like a stranger's,

And I can't seem to sleep,

It's like our world is in terrified danger,

But I can only go so deep

When I've lost myself to obsession--

And my rock is sifting sand,

I've become nothing but a possession,

It's like I'm awaiting some command

But this place is left uncharted,

An entirely foreign land,

Every soul's fainthearted,

No time to stop its hand

Now my world is out of focus.

Our very roots dyed in hypnosis.