Ensnared by the binds of consuming maturity 

Insatiable demons of greed tearing from me all that's familiar 

All that's sacred, all that's good 

My being bent to the point 

Where I no longer see that my world 

Is a world of fools 



The pained contortion of my face 

Bears witness to the sickening irony 

To gaze upon the image 

Captured for eternity by machine 

Would whisk away 

The illness that abounds 



Would wrap me within a gentle cloak 

Of visions 

Of the warmth and smells of that night



Countless sighs ago 

Countless cries ago 

Seemingly lives ago 

It seems we wash our hands a bit more these days 



Take me back to my home 

That will forever be the past 

I cringe at the grim reality 

It conjures up a violence within me 

Best left unseen 

It seems to tear blood from my eyes 

As the tears have run dry 

To sleep; to dream 

To come as close to that eve 

As I'll ever fucking be again 

As I would trade infinity 

To be that na飗e boy again 

Justified I simply submit 

And now my time-enduring words 

Sound like the rantings of a madman