| Welcome to my oxymoronic world of pain
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| A world where truth and lies are for the insane
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| Like driftwood on the shores of my foggy life
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| I’ve drifted not knowing truly who or what I am
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| I find refuge in things of other irrelevance
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| For in the darkest dept of my volatile mind
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| Everything is clearer and more beautiful than a sunny day
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| Ponder and ponder, dable in my dementia
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| Equate and balance theories that never were
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| And I ponder and ponder my loquent animisity
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| The two halfs now become one, everything makes sense
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| But I am sill confined, I must acomplish my task
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| My companions aid me and tell me what to do
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| I now know what I must do (I do too)
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| I lash out declaring war and vengance
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| The driftwood is now engulfed by a raging sea
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| Everything now swallowed by black
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| Serity calms my rage
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| My head filled with inexplicable knowledge
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| A fragrance of mountain air now polinates my vibrant senses
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| I ponder and ponder my perhaps next subjugating attack
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| For in the realm of madness everything is relative
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| In solitude I will remain for ever more |