One must be remiss when their prospects of bliss

Will abandon all reason to blend with decay

A banquet of fools in the lunatic season

The cards that I've dealt are so vulgar today



Enchanted with the flow

I swim these streams

Of tears

Once torn apart

That meet as one

To dwell beneath the eye in realms of dreams

And thrive within the shadows of the sun



It is through this I will drift empty handed

With a destiny sailing half mast

This sun, may it set on obscurity yet

And arise when the now is the past



I cannot recall why I'm taking a fall

I'm abandoning reason

This blend is decay

I dine with the fools in the lunatic season

The cards I've been dealt are the cards that I play



Enchanted with the flow

I swam these streams

Of tears

Once torn apart

That met as one

And dwelt beneath the eye in realms of dreams

But dried beyond the shadows of the sun