Mental Distortions کے بول

Mental Distortions I witness what I see And it shows me constantly That the patterns in my head In the changes make their bed I must find a way to see what the truth is finally Feeling like turning my head but where should it have me led Give me a hint when I'm wrong it would be like singing the song Bring the rain! Bring the pain! It is no way visible nor feelable The distortion isn't catchable This is nothing but a modification In the wrong direction A touch of light, after all In my rediscovering soul The new incresed old Being my temporary goal