A failed trip

Only flying through, not stopping by.
They say I feel the pain, look, me? How could I?
Swirl as they do, faces swirl through and through.
They say I feel the pain, look, me? How could I?
Faces swirl and swirl, violent and furious to form one face.
Now that one face, the face of God, takes the space below.
As the weight of everything surrounds,
The skull bends but does not break.
They say I feel the pain, look, me? How could I?
Deeper and deeper fallen into the trance,
This trance is a dance for the brain.
My eyes only reflect what my brain sees,
My brain sees what only my eyes reflect,
And because of this I know not which is which.
Now things happen that I'll never remember.
God's face has seeped back into the faces of everyone.
He's left me now, now this trance is only a dance for my mind.