As I thrash about I think of the times
before me. . .
How could I have wandered less
and put faith into something more?
Or would I otherwise end up at the
starting point?
Reaching, just as I am?
Reliquishing power to the odd gods
Welcome to the Panic Machine
These gears grind up the povert
Cast the weak into the jaws of Death
Mania comes in droves upon the
daily news
Salvation quickly played as a fool
I will not succumb to your fantasies
of hate