As my backache slowly claims my days
With its unrelenting force
The horror of my evil ways
Begins to take its course.

But how will it stop? a few ways I can see,
Most of which end without victory...
In fact in none of them is a winning me
For from the cravings I'll never be free.  And nothings satasfactory.

And everything I once knew

Everything- all the time

Changes beneath the light.