I get weak sometimes
My hands shake
I admit to my mistakes
At times I even regret the risks I take
Beauty is a drug with no cure
Lust is an excuse for immaterial pleasure
Fools are playing with our way of life
But we walk on and pay no notice
I suppose I too have contributed to the madness
And the yelling never stops...
These nightmares of mine will haunt me forever
And I'll always walk away and turn back to look over my shoulder
Too see if you were there...
Once wise people spoke of a time of understanding
An era in which illusions and phantoms roam free
Were principle and honor became as real as a beating heart
If such a world does not exist
Then though any means and with witnesses
I shall bring such a world into existence
