Eric Chase Wisowaty - The Joy of Music Lyrics

Oh, the temptations of human creations
Those that corrode the pathways
Between the logical and emotional
Surfaces the id, the subconscious mind

Mind, mind, mind, mind

Those who reject and oppress their id
Surrender control of their ego
Repression itself silently surfaces

Morality submerges below the surface,
Instinct now the corporeal

Now I
Saw my
Id cry
Inside
Inside

We're all just risen devils and demons that walk a god forsaken earth
Attempting to piece together shattered porcelain
To find any peace from existential limbo

We carve our paths with double edged swords
Sin in etched gold and hopelessly draw in water
And just hope this is all a bad dream
When will we wake up from this nightmare? Yeah!

We carve our paths with double edged swords
Sin in etched gold and hopelessly draw in water
And just hope this is all a bad dream
When will we wake up from this nightmare?

Introspection showers endless addictive epiphany