• Something slipping, something strange
    It makes the Winter wisp away
    Frigid and fragile, I’m strangled by fear
    Walk with me, the path is clear
    But again I am resigned to deterioration
    Sedation satisfies suspicious eyes
    As we fry in our La-Z-Boy chairs
    I fold back into my beginning
    Despite a progressive distance
    And I know that Jupiter smiles at Saturn
    And Saturn, in return, will take it’s turn to burn
    And away I go with my ego again
    I exist to intercept everything you send
    Lend me an ear or at least a kind tounge tonight
    Your saliva still tastes like spite
    And finally I meet my maker: Regret
    And She is a vengful God