An Ideological maniac
With thy constant threat of end
Careful in his approach
He counts each second spent
...
To my unforeseen destruction, I leave for a new
An exciting new life for me, but not for us two
Two years of walking, I have gained no ground
My retraceable steps, impossible to be found
...
Drinking, drinking, drinking
Will stunt your growth and thinking,
Sometimes people say things,
But say them with out meaning,
...
So close, yet so far
Yet distant is what we are,
I am sinking in quick sand,
With no one to extend their hand,
...
Why So Serious
An Ideological maniac
With thy constant threat of end
Careful in his approach
He counts each second spent
Impossible to breath
And yet thy lungs inflate
His heart pumping pressure
To victor yesterday
He is Satin on thy shoulder
Whispering words of hate
I am the angel getting colder
And thus will accept my fate.