Figure 8

Beginning at the end, of the beginning, of the end
Twisting and turning between one and ten
The puzzle never ends, make your demons, your friends
It's the beginning of a road that leads right back to the
Beginning of the endLiving in my machine
Pulses beneath gray skin
Torso deep in answered why's
Let you habit anesthetizeLetting the insects in
Beggars that breed within
Swing from your chain, enjoy your ride
Just a blind man swimming against the tideTwo circles, one cycle, a figure of 8
Where love becomes hate
Beginning at the end, of the beginning, of the endTwisting and turning inside you
Denial becomes you
Make your demons your friends
Flying with your noxious wingsCrying through your toxic lens
Denial betrayed you
Make your demons your friends
Inner anomalyWhere self slaughter is peace
Mutating into a silver whale
Beaching yourself to spite the grail
Turning from fish to frog
Come sleep with my dead GodCalluses bloom on the hand of grace
The snake is sleeping, dreaming of Eve's face
Two circles, one cycle, a figure of 8
Where the trap is the escapeCognition is prison, cognition is prison
Birth, life, death, rust
Feed this cruel lust
Cognition is prison, cognition is prisonGoodbye, I hope to see you in another life
Goodnight, I know I'll see you from a clearer sky
No pain, no blame, just a naked and loving eye
GoodbyeLove goes on
I hope you all enjoyed your ride
Love goes on
I hope we find ourselves in timeI don't need your mantra
I don't need your crosses
I don't need to hold on
I don't need to let goIf my eyes are black
You'll just have to find me
Careful where you look
You'll end up where I amThe end of the beginning, the beginning of the end
Twisting and turning between one and ten
The puzzle never ends, make your demons your friends
It's the end of a road that leads right back to the beginning