The True Insomnia

In the darkest of consciousness rules the morality
Our nature lurks beyond, deceiving mortality
Teach through generations, buried by force of qualia
Our stuffed with a thought on roots of the only realization

The True Insomnia

Deceived from the start
Shocked and destroyed
We exist no more!

The ancient truth is buried
Lies are our monuments
Which differences make us real?
For whose rights are we here?

Anything that we are aware of at a given moment
Forms part of our consciousness, making conscious
Experience at once the most familiar
And most mysterious aspect of our live

We are prophets - individual oracles
Concerning the human understanding
Our beliefs crave for miracles

Crimson is all I can see, a bloody story of our extermination
Red is the color of birth, only death brings summary of views
Created by our degradation