In the face of grave defeat Are heard cries for mercy No barrier of self control No innocent composure Abusing love and, like a child, Inflicting pain upon itself When the calling finally comes Will there be no one waiting?
In blind despair taken in By any glimpse of freedom Sell your soul to buy some time Infect all your longings The thought that God has taken sides On the path to breaking down Disconnected but not alone Scream to the tune of the background noise
Endless thoughts of what is wrong Arrive at no conclusion On the floor still nursing wounds No sense of self to speak of The though that God has taken sides On the path of breaking down Disconnected but not alone Scream to the tune of the background noise
When does enough become enough? When does "no" have meaning?