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It wasn’t easy
It happened again
I needed some sense
But lost my good friend

Some days are harder
And some come in three’s
Some don’t exist
And some seem like dreams

All that I wanted
All that I needed
Wasn’t the promise
But more guarantees

Truth is perception
And that’s my domain
The book I conceive
Is pure and conceals…

…me from
the terror of
not knowing my
true fate

…chaos
is not a word
I keep close
to my heart

…destined
to find my place
in order
and despair

…take me
I need the peace
and comfort
of the lie…that now…seems… so real

There was a problem
You could not explain
Just close your eyes
And use your blind faith

I find it easy
So you should too
Don’t bother knocking
Unless that you do

All that is present
All that is past
Is part of the make-up
That makes my clear path

Truth is selective
So is my mind
The book I conceive
Is pure but conceals….etc.

Oh, I feel fine
Oh, can you feel it too?
Oh, come take my hand
Oh, or else you will regret

Now that I’m lonely
Now that I’m tame
Trust in my name
And trust in my game

I can’t see clearly
I can’t see straight
I can’t see why
I fill you with hate

My path is righteous
My path is in vain
Whatever is real?
Your life I disdain

Truth is an object
And that I can mould
The book I conceive
Is pure and conceals…etc.

Oh, …etc.

© 1997