Only Respite

Open up these dreams and let the facade sweep through. Let love linger until your bones freeze from it. I'm not a merchant, I'm just a passer by. Scream to infinity, you yearn for affinity. We'll wait for the glow but we'll never know just what your passion will be. But really, it could be madness.

If it was just the secrecy you desired, the fascination would have been untrue. I know a lot of things that are keeping me unhealthy and it's only a matter of time before they kill me but they give me such comfort that I could never let them go. Besides, to break with the past is to be untrue and each time I have to give an honest assessment of myself. But you could go on without it. There's only so long you can go on for before they rip your spine out.

Controlled madness, I am your victim because I know you'll afford these other victims. The ones that only get hurt. In my mind I regain consciousness of fact but for everything I could still lose again. Old voices committed to the telephone. Endless empty words that mean so much. Since when did communication really mean anything?

Old fortunes of the East, we are receiving. This decadence of the West shall be our last. It's not love you know, it's only respite.