The ever-spreading illness Starting to play host Masked and disguised As everything we've ever lusted for The elegance in the riches The gleam in luxury Truth be told, fools gold A burning bridge from reality to illusion Pulsing into the depths of hypnosis Relentless exhausting efforts to surface From this trance From this trance Trying to replicate the smoke in the mirror. Absence of clearity, clouded thought Debilitating withdrawal Like the piercing thorn in our side The discomfort resonates eternally Whats possessing us to stay afloat Leading only to a hanging head