It all seems to get stranger
The more I live on
Under the "dead hand of the past"
Where have all my days gone?
The hardest part of letting go
Is not having to say goodbye
It's enduring the years thereafter
That become a lifetime
In my own private hell:
To innocence; farewell...
Is Hedonism all that remains?
Collect all notions of mysticism
And commit them to the flames
It's all a joke like the morals you invoke
And there are no rules in this game
But I would rather this private hell
Than the eternal realm of lies
Abandon puerile thoughts you must
Oh, it was all superfluous...
In my own private hell:
Although still veridical, if nothing else
Staring deep in the void
It has nothing to say
So what more can one say
To escape from the cliché?
We have all been betrayed by
Our own naïveté
In this epoch of indifference
Purpose is washed away;
Countless moments now lost in time
Like tears in the rain