Make enemies of truth and reason

In that a rage is born

Start out a promise and a venture

Where direction was never the goal



How does it feel

To run out of nothing

Where do you go

When you run out?



Never you mind

The grand perspective

Other forces kept at bay

As you narrow the field of vision

To retain a sense of control

Your focus will remain unfixed

In the haze of a world unhinged



Create a sense of purpose

Around which you base your faith

The doubt that haunts your skin

An itch that willl linger on

Forever



How does it feel

To run out of nothing

Where do you go

When you run out?



You wave off

Critique as an offender

Never question

Where your motives lie

As a part of the greatest fable

The beast all had forgotten

Instincts in a dead end rampage

Destruction as a saving grace



You run out of nothing



How does it feel

To run out of nothing

Where do you go

When you run out?



How does it feel

To run out of nothing

Where do you go?

Where do you go?