Diary of Dreams - Borderland lyrics

Horizon of the depth
As the fog surrounds my being
Takes control and slaves my moves
Motionless I stare in emptiness
As bodies fall and disappear in darkness
Of my borderland

Is this fake, or is this real?
Am I sick, or am I cured?

Overwhelmed by the dominating density
Not a word to break the silence
Nothing visible to fear so what can we do
With my possessive senses?
With my borderland?

Is this fake, or is this real?
Am I sick, or am I cured?

Implanted anger rising
A decay within my dreams


Inner urge to retaliate upon
My enemies and friends
Weeping gently in this moisture
And this quivering inside of
Me intoxicates my senses

Is this ground I stand on holy
Or is this just my borderland?

So what can we do with my possessive senses?
With my borderland?