The piston
Pumps the poison
Devoid of reason
To fill the void
The poison
Pumps the piston
Devoid of reason...

That time again, oh well
Soft red cells change to cold gray grains
Grating, scraping their way through the veins
Blood like sand and some **** light in my eyes besides
Thousand soldier cells fire the same old stimuli
Let me trade it for a lie, look in from outside
But such is not allowed, so with a sigh:
Sit and stare or stand and stumble
In silence or slur and mumble
Now the poison's got poison in it
adulterating crap with ****

Memories from rose to crap and back
I've seen the smoke and mirrors
We're kept alive with lies
Like some cheap chip from Japan
A conduit for the sand
Stamp this memory 'happy'
oh, so sorry, we made a mistake
no, just mark it 'fake'
Make me stay for the end of the show?
Pretend I don't know?

Bravery/slavery, compassion/manipulation
Definitions decided by those outside the situation
Never made a registry, got no gift receipt
Can't return in secrecy this thing given me
Ever picking the lock on rusty graveyard gates
Tick and ******* tock
Watching the clock till it stops
And resenting being here
Forty ******* years
If you choose to sow a seed
And it chooses not to grow
Is it an *******?

But what of gardens, butterflies, camaraderie?
Well, there's the irony
Beauty are the bars
Loved ones are the lock
Selfish manipulation masquerading as caring
A cage built of guilt

When a lover is in love, what is she to do?
Lover have I locked you in this too?

This whiny ***** may yet get his wish
For the poison is me, and I am it.