In stagnant pools of what's already been
Lost in the confusion
Between light and sin
a blurred line in fables, how could it cause chagrin?
but slip even a little and skin becomes so thin..
and dreams last until you wake the next day
when these fantasies are all washed away
By disgust, lament, and pools of toxin
Lain waste of bodies, intoxicated and has been
Nothing but shame for a moment of fame
to destroy yourself and your life, and your name
Is the glowing light worth everything, just for today?
Will you feel the same tomorrow when they've all walked away?
The mistakes you've made you can blame every tool
But you chose to dance before the court like a fool.
Crocodile tears do not make it less fictive.
Playing victim as excuse for being vindictive.
Feel absolute, self justify
It just can't be wrong if all turn a blind eye.
What reprimand could there possbly be?
If you leave "baggage" behind, life is happy and carefree.
Stood high on pedistal, twirling circles, taking chances.
Darling, there is an end to all dances.
The music will silence, the night will end.
When the desecration's illuminated, its harder to pretend.
The rodents all scattered, back to their own
It is unfair, to be left alone.
God forbid mistakes be ours, and seeds be sown.
The blame must be passed, another must atone.
There's only so much they'll swallow.
There's only so far they'll follow
Jump into the sea, drop gold and jewels for buried treasure
Tangled among the debris, left to drown, lost forever.