Mirage
Hemstock Lyrics

Veins pinned down by a stuttering mind,
Feeling trapped by one's own mental obstacles, hindering the ability to express oneself freely.

Blood spills out, always pumping in time,
Despite the mental barriers, the creative spark within continues to flow and beat with a steady rhythm.

Voices cry harmoniously,
The emotions and thoughts that are being expressed through art come together in unison, connecting with others who feel the same.

The haunted sound of melancholy,
The deep emotional resonance of the art, conveying a sense of sadness and longing.

Then fast and furious,a glimmer of wisdom,
Suddenly, a moment of clarity and insight illuminates the mind, providing newfound understanding and knowledge.

An epiphany,a lyrical mystery,
This newfound wisdom inspires a sense of wonder and intrigue, as the creative process becomes a source of fascination and intrigue.

But like all things,the end comes too soon,
Unfortunately, this moment of inspiration is fleeting and temporary, as all things must come to an end.

And all that's left behind is a vague memory,
Through the passage of time, the details of this creative moment blur and fade away, leaving only a vague sense of remembrance.

Floating unconscious,a melody that glides,
In a dreamlike trance, the mind is free to explore new avenues of creativity and expression, as if being carried along by a gentle breeze.

A beat to the soul,hidden in our minds,
The rhythm of this creative spark resonates deep within the soul, a hidden beat that exists within each of us.

Never quit escaping,confined by reason,
This creative spark is always seeking to break free from the confines of logic and reason, desiring to soar to new heights of imagination.

Inspiration slides in this Mirage of rythm.
Ultimately, the creative process is like a mirage, an ethereal manifestation of the imagination that can never truly be grasped or fully understood.