2005 - 2006

When is the mountain too high

When is the night too dark

To ever feel completely alone

Must feel God awful

So insightful of the infinite abyss

It must never grow old

Obsession grows translucent

So exposed it hurts to deny it

Too confined to ever find it

So alluring it sucks the mind of its light

Slowing time of the pace it needs to keep itself

Free tickets for those who’ll buy

Freedom rings but freedom pries

Freedom rings then freedom dies

Free ticket for those who’ll try

To resuscitate the life in my eyes

When the night is dark

Obsession clots the bleed until it's opaque

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