The pleasures that run my mind have seem to let me down Something in the way death stares, it looks like she's been bound The mourning sun is late and it dreads to think of me Your accusations now frame my life it's all but speech To live, to die, to be free Are nothing but dreams inside your minds And your future it won't be found For my doubts they long for more My age it serves no purpose, so my distractions keep me numb For my eyes they see no evil for deeds which I have done Creations which serve no purpose for reasons that they are made Are cleaned up and recycled so others can take their place To live, to die, to be free Are nothing but dreams inside your minds And your future it won't be found For my doubts they long for more