Here: Perhaps: Tis the sole current that forever flows Leaving the gilded, youthful shore behind By venomous grief to drench the ever-belligerent stream All too real, too vast, this, the shattered, incompetent dream When nothing is what it seems And the world has been Pulled over your eyes When false light beings flock In the dissonance We’re moving upstream Down the misanthrope river Where shall I go if one of us dies? Beware, my psychic inheritance No withdrawal, please Remedy me From where nothing Is what it seems I’ve never asked for this! What truth has gone beneath the tide When every measure’s been taken To steal the rushing light? Where shall I go if one of us dies? I’m moving upstream Down the misanthrope river Cleansing our souls Down the misanthrope river And cold is the shiver With a brushing stroke of winter Cold, cold is the shiver I’m moving upstream Down the misanthrope river For You, my heart’s last drum No withdrawal, please Remedy me For what am I not allowed to see? I’ve never asked for this!