Swords of Compassion, Sheilds of Love

As the madness descends because the ego won't let go
The insanity permeates so deeply that it reaps the soul.
The fool weakens from rage to tears as the syringe bites
But the medicine flows as the fool gives up the fights.
As consciousness fades and nirvana becomes awakened
The fool is lost in thought but the body stops shaking.
The fool crosses over from nightmare to nightmare
But he finds a comforting friend who is always there.
The guardians of the night and the angels of the day
Are always on guard there protecting comes what may.