There's more crestfallen memories in life than minutes in time
More teardrops in soul than raindrops in downpour
Cloudburst seems to have deserted logicfall
And thoughts lost in the labyrinth of a bloody conundrum
To fantasy fear is sacrificed, they dine on a love and hate amalgam
Made of three, sanity isn't fourth in line
In the end of end, being is not to give up the ghost in strife
Pieces of being light waterworks to the goddess of life
When the way out is not the way in rearward.
