THAT CONSTANT PULL DRAWS ME IN AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN I'M DRIFTIN' ADRIFT LOST SIGHT OF SHORE
THAT SILENT DARK NIGHT THAT SUN'S A MEMORY A FADED FILM ON DULL WALLS
EVER IN TOW AND PULL ETERNALL DARKNESS FALLS
THE SUN A PHOTOGRAPH BURN IT FROM END TO END
WAYLAID IN THE DEATH HOUSE NO BEACON TO THIS END I'M WAYLAID IN THE DEATH HOUSE WITH NO LIGHT TO SEND MY EYES ARE BLINDING ME EARS STONE MIND NUMB NO SENSE IN THIS NONSENSE CAN'T WAIT FOR IT TO END
THERE'S SURRENDER IN ABANDON NUMBED TOUCH AND TASTELESS THINGS CHEAP IMAGES SURROUND US SALIVATE THE TASTE THAT LINGERS IMPULSE COMPULSIVE TRENDS THERE'S SURRENDER IN THE DEATH HOUSE LIGHT WILL BRING ITS END
BLACK NIGHTS CANCERED MEMORIES DISSOCIATED NETWORKS LOST TIME BLINKING LIGHTS LOST CONNECTIONS LOST SIGHT NO CONNECTION BLINKING LIGHTS LOST TIME NO CONNECTION NO LIGHT NO SIGHT NO CONNECTION
As if a song lyric that I wrote in my mid-teenage years...