Whispers of insanity bombard my rationale. Aeons pa**ed since I last did feel, The joy of my tears, Streaming,in dissipation of sorrow. The insidious beauty,so quiescent. Vehemence,stronger still, ...Yet dying.... ...As yet another gorge, Fails to bleed. I rub salt into mine open wounds, Scars heal,but the flesh is then dead. Pain spills,from my mind into my body. Time expires, And I see what has pa**ed. Overspent in mourning. d**h came for me in years of past, And left me to live in d**h. Life is given to us....obsolete..... As the dust flew,I smelt the ancient past. From whence did I know what it is that I know? Or what it was that I knew? Time is the carrier of knowledge. Much can be recalled in time.... ...But in a moment.......? Knowledge becomes nothing, When faced with the propensity of time. Once lost,'tis lost forever. So much to know (each answer begets a greater question), The importance of truth is so much greater, And hidden amongst lies. .....I am all which mocks virtue..... Release the shackles of the flesh, What name must I bequeath (upon my kingdom)? Amidst the slumber,I awaken the dream..... Portals of obscurity burst forth into my eyes, As I plunge into the ascending chaos..... I journey on,the lights dripping their luminescence. Crossed dimensions imbibe me, I see all,but can do nothing but see. ....I roam.... I am enraged. Inspired by my insanity. These worlds,unknown. I cry for this solitude. Is it mine fortune to have entered such visions? Canst I decipher the vision to words? Words cannot conceive. I extol my journey through the vision of sound. Imbibe thine mind if thou durst see! Travel betwixt the demented seas! ....Reflect the journey.... [Lyrics-Greg,Winter 1995/96] [Music-Steve,Winter/Spring 1996]