Enough of the hard gripped madness
Enough of the glass shattering sadness
Enough are the words on the page

Form forgets itself when aroused elsewhere
There was no magic in our glare
Simple pure planned demi-god like Hate

Worms were the things that made our love fall apart
The fire wheeling magician with pockets of loose change
We were nothing but fragments in our game all the same

Off and away these words ridicule the minds that read them
Shining truth as if they were just seated at the most beautiful booth
To hear the pleasantries of the mass is being hooked like a great bass

Sin eaters like the fire eaters both with broken heaters
Earrings that swing from side to vicisous side
Good and bad too preach on ears that don't know to delete

Another misfortune in time that never stands still
Ill to the will who low and behold takes the little blue pill
There is a faint mournful morning dust on mine window sill

Panic stricken I started thinkin' of the way out of this mess
But to my surprise and of course my first instinctful guess
I turned out to be the one at the party without a dress

Corn mocks itself telling the mirror its too fat
You've killed us all and yet your so small
Granting itself permission to never again enter the mall

Fiend friend better send
All their money off and away
For the mighty bill is here to the blank end

Let by gone's be by gones
Until the bones begin to break
And there ain't a trace of the song

Notes of noting that leave nothing in my ears
I listen to them all
But hear nothing

Has the sight went away with the sighing of the day?
Am I so lost
I can't see the falling summer frost?

Cornered in the market of a fresh bakers reality
The bread has been rising
I'm afraid it won't be able to stop

Off to the ridicule to put myself though medical school
The shimmering metallic utensils
Have never laid so deathly still