The mind breaks through space and time
Without reason or semblance of rhyme
Lost in the truths of self imposed mania
I sit in caves and I delve into esoterica
Mystics without wicked hands
Giving wisdom from far away lands
I open my eyes but it seems so far away
The longing of deaths cold embrace
Feeding me lies deep into the night
Letting the rot that’s inside my mind
Turn into sorrow before it dies
And we ask why as we start to cry
The universe has forsaken our plight
But from the madness there will be truth
And we’ll become wisdom from each bruise
Tainting the spirit as it once was abused
By the strife of life and every day blues

© The Black Lotus