Testo Mind Conception - Al Atkins

Mind Conception

Big black room is closing
Closing on my mind
Walked around it time and time
See what I could find
Doors they open for me Winds blow from behind
Hold me back and warn me Look out for a sign
But I don’t hear a thing
Except a distant ring
Tolling bells are calling me And I will go to them
When the nightmare ends
And the waker sets me free
Confused confrontations
How long will this last
Dark illusinations
Hide behind their mask
Shadows in the hallways
Turn their true form, shape
Warning that a darker day
Waits when I’m awake
But I don’t hear a thing
Except a distant ring
Tolling bells are calling me And I will go to them
When the nightmare ends
And the waker sets me free
Falling, falling deeper and deeper
How the night holds on to me
Falling, falling weaker and weaker
Page the keeper, bring the key
Calling, calling over and over
In this endless night of nights
Yeaning, burning running for cover
Until another dawn and light