One must be remiss when their prospects of bliss Will abandon all reason to blend with decay A banquet of fools in the lunatic season The cards that I've dealt are so vulgar today
Enchanted with the flow I swim these streams Of tears Once torn apart That meet as one To dwell beneath the eye in realms of dreams And thrive within the shadows of the sun
It is through this I will drift empty handed With a destiny sailing half mast This sun, may it set on obscurity yet And arise when the now is the past
I cannot recall why I'm taking a fall I'm abandoning reason This blend is decay I dine with the fools in the lunatic season The cards I've been dealt are the cards that I play
Enchanted with the flow I swam these streams Of tears Once torn apart That met as one And dwelt beneath the eye in realms of dreams But dried beyond the shadows of the sun