it all seems to get stranger the more i live on under the dead hand of the past where have all my days gone the hardest part of letting go is not having to say goodbye it s enduring the years thereafter that become a lifetime in my own private hell to innocence farewell is hedonism all that remains collect all notions of mysticism and commit them to the flames it s all a joke like the morals you invoke and there are no rules in this game but i would rather this private hell than the eternal realm of lies abandon puerile thoughts you must oh it was all superfluous in my own private hell although still veridical if nothing else staring deep in the void it has nothing to say so what more can one say to escape from the clich we have all been betrayed by our own navet in this epoch of indifference purpose is washed away countless moments now lost in time like tears in the rain