Lyrics: Elway. Delusions. Aphorisms.

Hopelessly motivated lies
Give way like gospels to my eyes in their endless inquiry
Black skied midnight
I have only to delight in my suffering

I sit in this chair for way too long
Waiting for the world to writhe beneath my feet
I lost my self when I lost you
Now it?s better left in chains than to be free

I?m cheating on my loneliness tonight
With bottles that make these things alright until they dissipate
I hear own reflection as it tells me
That we cannot give ourselves, we are our own

Am I dreaming?

I?ve got nothing left of you
Just aphorisms to resort to