Released,
Have at you on the end of the wire,
On the pig pole,
On the idealistic pedestal of what you believe in.
The inspiration wizard of my world,
Looking down and moving the players into position,
Your game called life.
Floating so high it all has to burst,
Now or sooner.
Knowing something cannot last,
Makes it crueller to lust after it.
Every time I'm with you,
I am freed,
And destroyed.
Obliterated,
I am hanging at the end of the wire,
On the pig pole.
You crumbled everything I ever wanted and believed in,
By forcing me to believe in my belief.
Looking down on me and laughing,
Your game called death.
Sinking into the stench with a bleeding heart,
Now or sooner.
Knowing I can not escape,
Makes it crueller to be living in it.
Every time I'm with you,
I am freed,
And destroyed.
