entropy

 
i know nothing about limits but i've had as much as i can take
a wont resolve to stay afloat does not a sailor make
the mist off lake perception invokes an ever daily rain
that flows into misconceptions of my ever growing shame

a wanton need to stress the ice and a due desire to sink
sends me out into the firing line to find a quiet place to think
i so badly need a better way to find a better way
because it's changed the way i think and it's changed the things i say

i haven't always seen the trains that have caught me on the tracks
and i haven't always seen the difference between illusion and the facts
that's why i don't like much of what i see and i'm afraid of what i feel
the horsemen hunt me every night and they couldn't be more real

it's clear the shadows in the smoke aren't quite done with me just yet
and my dreams will remain as memories that they see i don't forget
i've found penance in perdition a way to pound my weary head
every run amongst the wolves could find me howling or find me dead