Enter Dog of Pavlov

Here I am, the prodigal son, the self-proclaimed deprived. Spending hours of fighting the peace when I should lay it on the line. It makes it hard, I won't fall asleep until I'm one with the other side. Fighting shadows, imaginary scenes flashing through my mind. So could I be on the rise? Reality or disguise. Constantly mesmerized, ripped and torn, hypnotized. So could I be on the rise? Reality or disguise. Constantly mesmerized, ripped and torn, hypnotized. Let me feel the urge to get that rush once more, I will beckon when the sound of venture calls. When will I learn to resist? I should have put it down while it was in my hands like love that never dies. I'm preaching words that could answer it all as I'm bound to break the ties. I'm making progress again, the return of the blind. Feel the kick setting in, don't ever choke it again. Let me feel the urge to get that rush once more, I will beckon when the sound of venture calls. So could I be on the rise? Reality or disguise. Constantly mesmerized, ripped and torn, hypnotized. So could I be on the rise? Reality or disguise. Constantly mesmerized, ripped and torn, hypnotized. I'm making progress again, the return of the blind. Feel the kick setting in, don't ever choke it again. I'm making progress again, the return of the blind. Feel the kick setting in, don't ever choke it again. I'm on the rise!