Obliveon – Strays Of The Soul

When the heart as to defy the reason

You find yourself in a deep confusion

Reach the wisdom of the overself

Otherwise your mind is blocked and stray through blurs

stray through blurs

All is scrambled and muddled up

stray through blurs

That’s enough, that think must stop

stray through blurs

All is scrambled and muddled up

stray through blurs

That’s enough, that think must stop

You think and you think and you think you think

But while wheels are turning you go mad

It clinks, it drones, it roars and runs through you

But what do you get? What you already had

Confused, clouded

anxiety grows

Confused, clouded

anxiety grows

Whole lots of thoughts, scribbles and words

thoughts you believed to be solutions

But all the answers bring their questions

Encyclical reproduction

Confused, clouded

anxiety grows

Confused, clouded

anxiety grows

All is scrambled and muddled up

stray through blurs

That’s enough, that think must stop

stray through blurs

All is scrambled and muddled up

stray through blurs

That’s enough

Sometimes the heart has to defy the reason

Time now to listen to your emotions

Wandering inside your hell is building your prison

Different winds, different seasons

Get out of blurs

Before they hurt you too much

Get out of blurs

Before they hurt you too much