In the face of grave defeat

Are heard cries for mercy

No barrier of self control

No innocent composure 

Abusing love and, like a child,

Inflicting pain upon itself

When the calling finally comes

Will there be no one waiting?



In blind despair taken in

By any glimpse of freedom

Sell your soul to buy some time

Infect all your longings

The thought that god has taken sides

On the path to breaking down

Disconnected but not alone

Scream to the tune of the background noise



Endless thoughts of what is wrong

Arrive at no conclusion

On the floor still nursing wounds

No sense of self to speak of

The thought that god has taken sides

On the path to breaking down

Disconnected but not allone

Scream to the tune of the background noise



When does enough become enough?

When does "no" have meaning?