Make enemies of truth and reason
In that a rage is born
Start out a promise and a venture

Where direction was never the goal

How does it feel

To run out of nothing
Where do you go
When you run out?


Never you mind
The grand perspective

Other forces kept at bay
As you narrow the field of vision
To retain a sense of control

Your focus will remain unfixed
In the haze of a world unhinged


Create a sense of purpose
Around which you base your faith
The doubt that haunts your skin

An itch that willl linger on
Forever


How does it feel
To run out of nothing
Where do you go

When you run out?

You wave off

Critique as an offender
Never question
Where your motives lie

As a part of the greatest fable
The beast all had forgotten
Instincts in a dead end rampage

Destruction as a saving grace

You run out of nothing


How does it feel
To run out of nothing

Where do you go
When you run out?


How does it feel
To run out of nothing
Where do you go?

Where do you go?