I fear the path we walk is my decline

That greater deeds, through fate, I shan't perform

So long was spent defining how to shine

'Twas never learnt that rays are best when warm



To ashes unfulfilled we stagger hence

My neuron, my nemesis, you lead me

Through every nightshade vision one can sense

Inherent in my art is to feed thee



Perhaps the path traversed shall never grow

Yet such conjecture is naught but sorrow

The greatest seed may yet be left to sow

Midnight brings us closer to the morrow



To ashes unfulfilled we stagger hence

My neuron, my nemesis, you lead me

Through every nightshade vision one can sense

Inherent in my art is to feed thee



This phoenix I must fly into the sun

For only from my spirit do I run