Good evening all my friends of old
I'm glad to find you well.
Please pull a chair and pour a drink
and listen while i list
The common ways I've come to know
for man to lose the mind.

To the bottle where the sun is sought
but all too seldom found.
To the pipe that burns a milky white
in a land where man's forgot.

To the whore who lives
a life so empty
or to a life of
pure monotony.

To the shining lights
of soulless cities
and a lucid leather-bound
prophet in disguise.

They read like gospel
when we're young
When the world is but
a playground to enchant.

But now the ticks have
caught the tocks.
The moon has raped night,
and the withered walk alone
into everlasting light.

Listen now and listen well,
I'll say this only once.
I lost my mind to nothing then,
now there i seek it once again.

In a deed undone
and words ne'er heard.
In a city unseen and life half-lived.

On the plains where mans forgot,
amidst the bottles and the fog,
my search for something ever-lasting
has become a prophet's blessing.