whispers of insanity bombard my rationale.
aeons p*ssed since i last did feel,
the joy of my tears,
streaming, in dissipation of sorrow.
the insidious beauty, so quiescent.
vehemence, stronger still,
…as yet another gorge,
fails to bleed.
i rub salt into mine open wounds,
scars heal, but the flesh is then dead.
pain spills, from my mind into my body.
and i see what has p*ssed.
overspent in mourning.
death came for me in years of past,
and left me to live in death.
life is given to us… obsolete…
as the dust flew, i smelt the ancient past.
from whence did i know what it is that i know?
or what it was that i knew?
time is the carrier of knowledge.
much can be recalled in time…
…but in a moment…?
knowledge becomes nothing,
when faced with the propensity of time.
once lost,’tis lost forever.
so much to know (each answer begets a greater question),
the importance of truth is so much greater,
and hidden amongst lies.
…i am all which mocks virtue…
release the shackles of the flesh,
what name must i bequeath (upon my kingdom)?
amidst the slumber, i awaken the dream…
portals of obscurity burst forth into my eyes,
as i plunge into the ascending chaos…
i journey on, the lights dripping their luminescence.
crossed dimensions imbibe me,
i see all, but can do nothing but see.
i am enraged.
inspired by my insanity.
these worlds, unknown.
i cry for this solitude.
is it mine fortune to have entered such visions?
canst i decipher the vision to words?
words cannot conceive.
i extol my journey through the vision of sound.
imbibe thine mind if thou durst see!
travel betwixt the demented seas!
…reflect the journey…
[lyrics-greg, winter 1995/96]
[music-steve, winter/spring 1996]