Ensnared by the binds of consuming maturity    Insatiable demons of greed tearing from me all that's familiar    All that's sacred, all that's good    My being bent to the point    Where I no longer see that my world    Is a world of fools       The pained contortion of my face    Bears witness to the sickening irony    To gaze upon the image    Captured for eternity by machine    Would whisk away    The illness that abounds    Would wrap me within a gentle cloak    Of visions    Of the warmth and smells of that night      Countless sighs ago    Countless cries ago    Seemingly lives ago    It seems we wash our hands a bit more these days    Take me back to my home    That will forever be the past    I cringe at the grim reality    It conjures up a violence within me    Best left unseen    It seems to tear blood from my eyes    As the tears have run dry    To sleep; to dream    To come as close to that eve    As I'll ever fucking be again    As I would trade infinity    To be that naïve boy again    Justified I simply submit    And now my time-enduring words    Sound like the rantings of a madman