Start a conversation finish it with a scream
I know all the answers but what do the questions glean?
Not afraid of fiction just the already known
Unlock the future truths from the gilded tones
Reverse the compa** to get where we came from
Soothsayers almanac predicts a growing disdain
Insanity breeds discourse conversations cut short
By the ramblings of dilettantes too late to abort
Locked in a rut unable to be swayed
Been in the storm too long lord let me pray
Born again free from sin
Let the suffering begin
I crossed you out
I wrote you out
I toyed you out
I punked you out