We begin;
Let me begin again.
Here I am,

Face the crowd.
I've given in,
Yet I make my plea.

I cry out,
Words ignored.
No one to hear,

My breath is wasted.
Shards of time,
Lost by night.


Broken mirrors abound,
Reflect the objects.

Fragments of these empty dreams,
Define all my vices.


Wake up,
This broken soul,
Before time is lost.

This long,
Bloodied road,
Tread lightly...


A thread woven into the cloth of time,
Pierced with the needle of lust,

Wrapped tight around this body of mine;
Such is the state of my grief.


Wake up,
This broken soul,
Before time is lost.

This long,
Bloodied road,
Tread lightly...


This glass, the end of the day.
Now whose god will show me the way?

Just another old fool enslaved,
Quick to the grave.
Lights flicker endlessly,

Wait --
You'll see.
You will see...

You'll see.

Deconstruction!