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