drifting away, feeling the puddles of consciousness drain

knowing the way, transient shadows of being remain

feeling betrayed, fearing the whole will be swallowed again

lost and awake, sift through the pieces to find the remains



conscience is rejected by the weak

a subscription to a plan that dictates what to seek

free will will be provided by collusion

as to not shatter the illusion

ignorance through bliss

choice is just a myth

and we fall victim through belief



stain the gray

to kill the clown

that drags you down

face the pain

that paints the frown

you're wearing down



and we're filtered through the sieve

of this machine that lets us live

so afraid

so unknown

so frail

so alone



stain the gray

to kill the clown

that drags you down

face the pain

that paints the frown

you're wearing down