Letras: Alchemist. Lunasphere. Clot.

By my own closed mind, poisoned images, self imagination
Sense of reckoning halts its gestation
Attitude and feelings unable to relate
The iron barrier my subconscious creates

Clot, clot, clot
Micro electric memories solitarily confined
Preventing new additions to the archives of my mind
Confrontation of my lobes to bridge the gap where knowledge flows

Knowing what I thought is hidden from me
Confrontation of my lobes to bridge to stream where knowledge flows