Arbitrarium IV Implies your autonomy I can't construct a thought A meditation on a wound That never seems to heal A mediation of two worlds That never will meet And in between The inner and the outer Is your shadow and me You whisper something And I turn away A fleeting form Fading color Catches your hair A bridge of cut ups Slice away A fleeting form Fading color Catches your hair I had a dream last night That drew me up and out And so for you I fall Into your bed And here I have stayed And I've meant And that's my end And so whatever I said to you I take it back I take it back The cruelty of a life with me I was wrong I was wrong The baseness of a false truth I take it back I take it back The cruelty of a life with you Arbitrarium IV Implies your autonomy Plaguing my memories Getting the best of me