completely in haze we walk through the staves,
tortured and trying to heal,
bandages and blades, it will all pass away,
shown for what truly is,

in vain we kneel, bleeding soles,
analyzing the things that aren't really there,
"look away, look away," forever we shall say,
what is left to live that hasn't been live'd?

Shake your head and embrace your vice, there are strength in
numbers,
accepting the confusion, reliance on weakness,
contemporary, contemptorary, modern healers,
the strength we all swear is real, an illusion, an allusion