Here: Perhaps: Tis the sole current that forever flows
Leaving the gilded, youthful shore behind
By venomous grief to drench the ever-belligerent stream
All too real, too vast, this, the shattered, incompetent dream
When nothing is what it seems
And the world has been
Pulled over your eyes
When false light beings flock
In the dissonance
We’re moving upstream
Down the misanthrope river
Where shall I go if one of us dies?
Beware, my psychic inheritance
No withdrawal, please
Remedy me
From where nothing
Is what it seems
I’ve never asked for this!
What truth has gone beneath the tide
When every measure’s been taken
To steal the rushing light?
Where shall I go if one of us dies?
I’m moving upstream
Down the misanthrope river
Cleansing our souls
Down the misanthrope river
And cold is the shiver
With a brushing stroke of winter
Cold, cold is the shiver
I’m moving upstream
Down the misanthrope river
For You, my heart’s last drum
No withdrawal, please
Remedy me
For what am I not allowed to see?
I’ve never asked for this!
