In this misshapen universe Where value is determined By offspring of Mammon, Joy is dispensed by Disciples of Bacchus, And time is broken into sequences By evil ticking demons, The only Utopia seems To exist in oblivion. Those scavengers of the psyche. For the seekers of truth, There are shadows Beyond the boundaries, There are smudges Between the lines.
Predators wait in ambush, Stalking the unwary at every turn.
And truth upon your breath. Be with me, Here in the eye of the storm.