Do you know the cost of pleasure?
I've tasted it
In concentrate
But I didn't know
That I'd never be the same.
That feeling of imbalance
Eternally in flux--
Forever pushing for it--
Then falling through it--
Going to those places
I could never go
But still--
I can't speak of it--
The words burn
And I don't know
The facts are darkened
By the will to survive
Because otherwise there would be Nothing
But to condemn Paradise.