post-ecstacy clarity  is a knock-off

a fairytale meant to hypnotize the enemy

the ultimate act of mercy breaching the love lockdown

shatter chains of control, loose the soul, system overload:

streamline towards the good life before it defaults to going wrong

believe me, I seen it before, as heaven be wide (do you hear bells?)

and hell be inviting at every turn, like a lovers embrace recalls

the promise of sweet cake after heartbreak, disguising the mistakes

may the tooth come unstuck, a vice to linger and serenate to a ballad

contradict to physics, due time to journey further and afar from home

believe me, I seen it before, like a dog whose owner hasn't returned

drown at the lake, floating by the bay and that's as far as they cared to explain.

Life is fleeting despite bodily dance rituals, the hurt and needs a hunger

that lonesome souls seldom fulfill, bottled up suppressed like rage

gear to my ignition a flame that eats at my remote control

like a puppet set in motion, the script a bore (I should have known)

nostalgia is a stone chained at the ankles that trembles tantrum tears

sinking resentment that tilts at the back of the throat 

piling in, croak voice advocating change

and yet people do not change

not at the fundamentals

not at the core

not your hope

not me honestly

somehow we did not get through the tougher days

and on the better days I came to accept that's okay

the secret lays in hiding from the red mist

to obscure it's dark power