The Enigma Of Number Three - Anata

Reality my one last escape

I can't hid deep inside myself

I close my eyes

Try to cover my ears

I'm obsessed

No peace to be found

Three churches

With minarets

On three hills

Far away

Every church

Has a bell

Piercing chime

Resonates

In my head

One for faith

Holy faith

Roars like hell

One for hope

Bloody hope

One for love

Tinkling f**k

Optical delusions

Unheard sounds

Haunting me why

These symbols I can't understand

Or interpret

I open my eyes

To escape from this hell

Although reality bites

Reflection

I can spare

Three windmills now appear

New visions but I don't care

Two in spin and one is still

Eyes now burn

Sound intensified

Eardrums blow

Delirious delirium

He never solved the riddle

Never tried

Cursed to die

Never reached

The insight that I have

Led to his demise

So learn from this

If you are a stormy sea

Hold the mill sails

If your soul is ground

I prithee mark my words

Your soul torn apart

By the sound of the bells

Misled by visions

You will expire

Concentrate

Gather strength

Don't let the chime

Get to you

Or your soul

If you're strong

No mill can grind your soul

Not even if

You are

A stormy sea

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