A thousand desires burn the night
Reflecting cracks in a thousand lives
Lived them all, they pulled me back.
We eagerly consume what holds us back.

Psychosis or the clouds contorting
I can hear the angles falling
What chances an insatiable thirst
Strike hard and fast while the world's asleep.

There's nothing there to hold my hand
For now the sanctum calls me down
Follow me past the dreams of men

Push the door, Push it forward
Lean it against the hatred here

Through the grove and past the falls
Lay in ruin the hopes I sewed.

Weaved are the webs that hang in the breeze,
Are all the things that could have been

If you could know before it ends,
Would it have changed the waves or shifted lens?

Bring about the heart attck,
Let me hear deslotation ring
Waste my soul for all to see,
I hoped for more,
Never be.