Running amok, adrift in the endless
Lost in the inescapable expanse
The tyranny of distilled disbelief
Swimming in daydreams of dying
Drowning in visions of flying
I cannot escape and I'm lying
The truth is I'm too scared to try
For behold, the extinguisher comes!
The imbiber of animus here
He seeks to consume your glimpses of flight
To come and devour your will to fight
Exterminate your ev'ry spark of delight
But who's the real enemy here?
He, me or thee?
It's no use, for there in his chalice are we
Indeed, in his goblet I'm me
Slowly approaching his vast, gaping maw.
To live, such ignominy
To die, such unholy glee
Is this how it feels to be he?
I forgot how it felt to be me
To fly through the water-less sea
I'm drowning in oxygen
For I cannot recall how to breathe.
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