This discovery bewilders me and I break down to cry on the shoulders of someone who's seen it before.

But there's always the ***** in me who won't recognise the discovery and settles down wanting some more of the same,
what games I do play and they're usually okay
it's just sometimes they're not what I see me to be,
and I see me discovering while the other me is trying to cover things up.

Very rarely when I'm brave trying to hold on to my sanity and everything out there still bewilders me
I see the prophets which deliver me from slavery which in turn keep the chains on my mind.

In these trappings of a monastery where the cloisters cluster 'round me and the brothers come to free me I see only the ***** in me wanting some more.

The favours of a saviour cannot save me from myself when my ego wants to climb up the walkways to Armageddon.