One must be remiss when their prospects of bliss
Will abandon all reason to blend with decay
A banquet of fools in the
lunatic season
The cards that I've dealt are so vulgar today
Enchanted with the flow
I swim these streams
Of tears
Once
torn apart
That meet as one
To dwell beneath the eye in realms of dreams
And thrive within the shadows of the sun
It is
through this I will drift empty handed
With a destiny sailing half mast
This sun, may it set on obscurity yet
And arise when the
now is the past
I cannot recall why I'm taking a fall
I'm abandoning reason
This blend is decay
I dine with the fools in
the lunatic season
The cards I've been dealt are the cards that I play
Enchanted with the flow
I swam these streams
Of
tears
Once torn apart
That met as one
And dwelt beneath the eye in realms of dreams
But dried beyond the shadows of the
sun