Character

Riddled by the trappings of words that makes the edges blur Here on the outskirts of sincerity and pride Stretched as far as words can reach by the lure of higher meaning There's something out there lost behind the power lines It's all the same to me

You are all that matters in my private demonology Those who fail us now, the sons of wishes The bastard child of dream, enemies of hope Let it be gone it's all pretend Mind matters matters not Never again in perfect clarity See the day with childlike

Make enemies of truth and reason in that a rage is born start out a promise and a venture where direction was never the goal How does it feel to run out of nothing? Where do you go when you run out? Never you mind the grand perspective other forces k

You try to hide the fact hidden from yourself Your own favorite entertainer is none other than the one we call you And you need the others to fortify your disgust For the worst of us, to the rest of us Entertain the thought that we are still alive En