Now it's always been a riddle
Misanthrope, you always pursued a valid reason
You know, to be wrong with a reason ? You are what you are
But your ever present subliminal self bends the black ? You sleep so tight
But dreamless ? Facing forward ? Dawn's edge, the supplement to destiny's ender
You smother all the words you have never said, with a mouth filled with empathy
Words can be an enemy ? you can never say you're sorry 'cause you're a pretender
Unpretend ? Fall from grace ? unconcealed ? Just a phase ? Summer's [bad word] ? Turn a wrench
Bottled thoughts ? Blind eye stare ? Look out of the window
You stare in the face of a widow ? Drink up, like a lover ? You recreate all that's over
The turn of the tide ? You're used up ? Just take it like a man, All you must do is confess
The [bad word] is a knife ? You are but one ? One Straight answer

What is it? Sculpture of an obsession ? sound so profound it sings you back to [bad word] ? The system's architecture
Frames the antidote's gift ? Winter ? summer cycle moves erratic, follow me Aphrodite
Faithless ? The one broken ? The one who can bend a spoon with his will ? Bow down ? Here's my antidote
Priceless honest reaction [bad word] on [bad word] on) Take it, take it, more
Just another day in the rain, and a sure shot inside the game ? Walk the dead man directly to his grave
Without mourning, without nothing ? Be the same
Divide by numbers, all uncovered
Narrowed down from three to none my brother
And the nearest beacon cries "I'm sober"
But the [bad word] remain unspoken
Cynic without anger
And a lover without passion
And a fighter with [bad word] Worship your own cancer
And a lesson without meaning
It a lesson for the feeble
Branded by all-in-one frights
Antagonist, [bad word] my downfall
I'm just a man and I can't grasp it all