ÄÄÄÄÄÄNocturnal IllusionsÄÄÄÄÄÄ


The silent screaming in the dead of the night,
Looking for refuge in the void without light.
With the dancing winds being just a delusion,
We have false hope, a shattered illusion.


We lie to ourselves, make the bad even worse,
We've destroyed ourselves, we have no remorse.³
Our sins and mistakes eating away at our soul,³
The horrific results of our consience taking toll.ÄÄÄÅÄÄij The Narccissist ³
³  (c) NWA 1993   ³
We seek out refuge in the house of the lord,ÄÄÄÅÄÄÄ
Cleansing our consience, away from the hord.³
Away from the terror, the dancing wind,³
Forgive me my father, for I have sinned.