We believed in auto-aiming and happy-ends We believed it is never too late Perception worked as a warping lens Locking me in a liminal state
I excuse my own doubt for the steps I take I look back as if time would stand still Deception - what if all is fake? What if I never chose the right pill?
I quickly approach the frontiers of normality Far beyond the point of all hopes forlorn Not expecting no welcoming comittee For the one they knew has been reborn
I spent my time weaving shadows in fading light Freezing among the night-clad icy spheres Unspoken question on my face I hid from sight Wishing walls we once built disappeared
I don't want you to reply Afraid that the drapery falls And so I see All is not the way I remember
Broken wings refused to fly Reflection in my eyes was false Too late to be free Take my life's dying ember
Whoever painted the stars on the sky of coal Later was tricked by their warmless glow Same for me - under bare poles I am carried by the error's flow
What if I drown under rogue waves of weathering, Disintegrate with the star-ridden dust? Would your eyes shed a tear for my lunacy? Would you care if my heart turns to rust?