Endless Mystery's Subjects
I'm not the fool who will die for you

And I won't ask you to die

There's not much that's original

Just evolving through time

A new faith A new healing

The stars entwine

A new grace A new feeling

A nothing divine

In dreams genocide Nature's my guide.

Take all of your pride and go and die

Closed and twisted by ignorance.

Dimly wearing a smile.

Pleading guilty of innocence

Forever taking awhile

Effortless struggle for sustenance

Jewelry in a trash pile

Your penny save is now my 2 cents

A madhouse is no asylum.