作曲 : Jon W Varley
Kneel at the altar
Expect wine from water
Why can't you snap out?
Nothing you care about?
Pills are a cop-out
That you can't live without
You clench your teeth and now you
You close your eyes, and now the tension is tactile
They lose control but try to
Reverse the role and you might see you as we
A mask is worn and improved
The self is torn and consumed over and over
Confusion of purpose
Clouds a direction
Judgement of self often poorly intentioned
Destruction of progress
Like self-immolation
The magic mistrust chock-full of reservations
Up to the ears in
Fluid corrosion
If you push up those sleeves, best prepare for emotion
Anxious and fearful
Fractured reversal
Of roles played, uncertain, and without rehearsal
Points that beg the question
Connecting lines between to live for, to die for
A mask is worn and improved
The self is torn and consumed over and over