Picking the wound with the hands of a healer That has gone sour in years Insight entombed, till the fog will get clearer With searing comes that fear An overcoming urge To default, to obtain The latest power surge Of a little change in plans Shudder to think of the consequences Of the this angry-filtered letting go Like the moth to the flame I'm attracted To the only path that I know A repeated answer to the mundane ordeal Which comes from a man who can't tell what is real? A personal struggle, euphoria no longer apply 'This is my final relapse' he had sworn to the lie C-part: A man with no future will ask What is right? What is wrong? Cannot foresee the coming disaster The same sickening old song ...