Well I'm sorry that I hurt you
I just couldn't help myself
You stormed the room, so vacant
As you pleaded for my help
Now you drown in indecision
Stationed close inside this fear
All intentions say you're brainsick
While the poets called it clear
Can you view abstract relations
Find some meaning in these thoughts?
Every motive called in question
As the same delusions rot
Now more lifeboats come to rescue
Any semblance of the truth
Every siren's song is singing
Sweet disasters beckon you
It's so easy to decipher
From each shipwreck cast aside
No one ever stops to fight it
So you'll have to run and hide
Can you view abstract relations
Find some meaning in these thoughts?
Every motive called in question
As the same delusions plot
Through and through it's nothing more
Than missing pieces strewn across
A little hell to be adored
With memories gone, forever lost
Holding down the saving glance
Your final blows to lose each grip
In tune with every fake romance
While pretty soon it always slips
Pretty soon it always slips