The attraction of distraction is wearing thin.
I forget but think my way back in.
If ignorance is bliss then knowledge can't be power.
I feel neither one.
My mind's gone sour.
It's OK if you feel this way.
There's a perfect place for you.
I sincerely hope that you realize there is nothing left to do.
In my evenings, I just can't get away.
And I'm stalked down by my waking days.
Masterless leash has got my running to and fro.
And yet no one tells me where to go.
There's retribution coming for you and yours.
Somewhere over the line, no escaping from your finest side this time.
I came here to rid myself of all these thoughts for good.
And it's easy, when you're unknown, to control your own reflection.