Setting off for a while, leaving.
The winds of torment blowing down the valley of lost despair.
No salvaging the thoughts of youthful, wishful thinking;
leaving on a journey, heart on the chopping block, mind on a gurney.
Tired of this gamble that is life,
thoughts lost at no cost to the possessor;
all the credit claimed by the professor.
Slipping, slowly slipping, sky's of grey,
the Devil in the work directing scenes;
the director only playing well his part,
to dig deep into,
to manipulate the heart.
I'm leaving on the midnight koo,koo train,
they say I flipped, I finally gone insane.