History repeats itself, fallen into my
own traps, setup long ago, still working.
No place left to run, options, ran out,
running, passing signs, can't read them,

running too fast. Trying to hold thy
from drifting further and further away.
I don't know what other dangers are lurking,
Doubting about switching to another route.

If I mind? I guess not, didn't have much she'd pay
for anyway. But I can't find another gem,
so why bother searching, this one's right there!
Treasure hunting, risky, thrilling, grasping for air,

now real treasure is closeby, I can see it's
perfect shine, still a long way to go before I can know
if it fits.

What it takes to make us two, why it
makes us work for everything that
we hold dear, held dear and will be
holding onto until we finally see,

we are nothing more and never will
be, ought to be and never were, it's
like a spinning, working, useless mill
still spinning, working but nothing fits

inside, nothing is knead by it's monstrous
wings, eventually we all become, subconscious-
ly, every single one of us will be, that mill. You can
deny and try to not be but you'll fail. Acceptance,

all hail acceptance. I can't argue with my fate.
Just try to make it more, fool, it's already too late.