Welcome to my oxymoronic world of pain A world where truth and lies are for the insane Like driftwood on the shores of my foggy life I've drifted not knowing truly who or what I am I find refuge in things of other irrelevance For in the darkest dept of my volatile mind Everything is clearer and more beautiful than a sunny day Ponder and ponder, dable in my dementia Equate and balance theories that never were And I ponder and ponder my loquent animisity The two halfs now become one, everything makes sense But I am sill confined, I must acomplish my task My companions aid me and tell me what to do I now know what I must do (I do too) I lash out declaring war and vengance The driftwood is now engulfed by a raging sea Everything now swallowed by black Serity calms my rage My head filled with inexplicable knowledge A fragrance of mountain air now polinates my vibrant senses I ponder and ponder my perhaps next subjugating attack For in the realm of madness everything is relative In solitude I will remain for ever more