Текст песни Schism of the Mind - New Build

Do I feel perhaps I'm going mad?
Yes I feel perhaps I am
Cos I see the moon in the midday sky and the lion lying down with the lamb
But fortunes are to be ignored
For there will not be a sign
Only sound is a native cry
At the great schism of the mind

The Schism of the mind is coming
The Schism of the mind is coming

Life sets us loose across this land
It builds us up and it breaks us
And death walks with us hand in hand
Then when we falter takes us
And as the world begins to slip away
I know I'm running out of time
But baby looks so fine all dressed in black
She's focusing my mind

Focusing my mind
You're focusing my mind now honey
Focusing my mind
You're focusing my mind now honey