Make-believe Logic
Confined to the frames of our minds
Our lives revolve around our little own selves
Our notions of truth are only truths
And the question to make sense of the senseless
Is "why? "

Oh why?

In the fading sunlight we ponder the ways (of the world)
And ask questions that will always stay unanswered
When reason fails we turn our away
Unwilling to face the truth

Countless are the sleepless hours I've spent
On mulling over non-existent times
And gazed in mysterious awe
The cradle of time and matter
That curves around
And within me
Embraces me
And shows me to otherworldly planes

Where evil thoughts remain
And feelings have no name
Insanity retained
The otherworldly, otherworldly planes

I found my way to the birthplace of dreams
Of blissful sorrow, of woeful joy
Here things have no names
I know them by their true nature
Drifting further now, I realize
This is it, the epitome of existence
And I know, when time is due
I'll meet death in ardour

How could have things been any different
When the difference was to be found in me?
How could I've supposed change to be possible
When the subject of change should have been me?

Every pale gray day I see the people in their droves
Sticking to their mundane, rancid ways
Learn compassion and be true to yourself while there's time
Or one day you will expiate your pride

How could have things been any different
When the difference was to be found in me?
How could I've supposed change to be possible
When the subject of change should have been me?

All I loved, I loved for selfish reasons
In everything I looked at I saw small glimpses of myself
In newfound understanding I shall begin my
Transmigration of souls
It's all so painfully obvious now

It's so cold in here
It's a game of make-believe
Shafts of yellow and tan streak the sky
Only fade into a dark and dreary night