Clogging my head with song,
Mask my words with lyrics,
Twist my focus with nonsense;
Set another terrible bunch on fire.

Hear endless talks of flirtation,
Outside the endless reclamation of fault,
Farther the images, truth much covered with lies
Hidden too much , it's diluted.

Clock my thought with four lines,
Paint my head with more lies,
Crank the volume with more than four tries,
Repeat the vices, the verses for more than four times.

Listen to unfamiliar voices,
Voices that tell their tale of soaring;
Listen how they scream their name to the tune;
It's hard to believe when you hear it while down under.

Make words, make nonsense,
How can he possibly know?
Impair their perspectives;
Welcome to the maze of wailing repetition!

Plague the silence with voices:
A boy, a woman, a man,
All shouting different chants;
Made up so much, it's all *******.

Plea no more, I would commit,
Somebody no more than trying to climb.
A door who holds its own key;
Too bad he forgot where he put it.

Slowly, falling into depravity,
Take claim his empty head;
Take heed the light he left;
Slowly, sleeping towards Oblivion.

Not more than an empty casket.
The flames return to the torch.
Still burning bright, still unfinished;
See this terrible bunch move in the scorching fire.