Settling into my weaknesses
The Fall of man and brethren will be at my own hand I stand alone to be my own self destruction
I'm losing grasp of things that matter to the chatter of the winds
The things that pass, harassing me and masking my ability to know what I'm doing singing

Songs to kill the loneliness away
Write another and it's all okay
Friends will pass, who needs them anyway
Wearing down my hands from dark to day

Ain't it so lovely

Something's missing wishing I could be
In control, emotional and reckless, feckless, make myself
A tool to deconstruct the ties to those I love I
Find it hard to know just where I stand
Vicarious, my command, is overthrown by my own hand
I watch in horror powerless
To my mind and

Everything is slipping through my hands
Losing all the ones I call my friends
Drinking up my time, I'm round the bend
Drawing closer to my youthful end

God it's so lovely