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Self-erected bars block all hope of escape
Self-elected and ressurected just to laugh while dying all over again
Bring myself back from the brink of perpetual bliss just to kiss this fear, following humanity in its flea-ridden footsteps

Torture and torment, torn at heart and tearing apart, what's next?
Trying to talk, taking all but breaking anyway, that's best.
Best and better than feeling nothing, best is kneeling on my knees and hands just to understand, if I can,
Man's choice to live and give sand, sands, that run as the clock's hands wave, flow no matter what,
Try to understand why the sands aren't just dropped, copped the real raw end of the deal,
Lopped off my last surviving connection to emotion and feeling, the painted charade is peeling
Now all I can do is try.
Try and appear something other than deranged, but enstranged anyway, maimed mind feeble and lame,
Drained and aching for the grating infection collection you still living lovingly label infatuation
But I'm disturbed and derailed, a drone too distracted dying to deem your sacred sydnrome anything more than depression
Blame me for blaming you if only to stay insane.

Try to sense the presence of me, but caressing only the absence of what could be,
Stroking mirrored fingertips in defence
Whence the fingers shatter, my oh my, what a matter, call the Mad Hatter,
Call and cry just to kiss my mirrored fingertips goodbye.

Description
Self-erected bars block all hope of escape
Self-elected and ressurected just to laugh while dying all over again
Bring myself back from the brink of perpetual bliss just to kiss this fear, following humanity in its flea-ridden footsteps

Torture and torment, torn at heart and tearing apart, what's next?
Trying to talk, taking all but breaking anyway, that's best.
Best and better than feeling nothing, best is kneeling on my knees and hands just to understand, if I can,
Man's choice to live and give sand, sands, that run as the clock's hands wave, flow no matter what,
Try to understand why the sands aren't just dropped, copped the real raw end of the deal,
Lopped off my last surviving connection to emotion and feeling, the painted charade is peeling
Now all I can do is try.
Try and appear something other than deranged, but enstranged anyway, maimed mind feeble and lame,
Drained and aching for the grating infection collection you still living lovingly label infatuation
But I'm disturbed and derailed, a drone too distracted dying to deem your sacred sydnrome anything more than depression
Blame me for blaming you if only to stay insane.

Try to sense the presence of me, but caressing only the absence of what could be,
Stroking mirrored fingertips in defence
Whence the fingers shatter, my oh my, what a matter, call the Mad Hatter,
Call and cry just to kiss my mirrored fingertips goodbye.