Written in the Journal of William Wake<br/><br/>What does it matter being right?<br/>Has it gained me thrones, dominions or principalities?<br/>Mankind should be my business<br/>And I suck at my business<br/>I am without Marleyian Chains<br/>What does it matter?<br/>I wander as ash<br/>Churned from the firey furnace of society's creation<br/>A false mask of miasma<br/>The vapors killing me<br/>Killing us<br/>The voices saying those around me<br/>Are but shadows cast on Plato's wall<br/>I take these things as silent whispers<br/>And even a shadow has meaning<br/>Meaning enough to me<br/>Meaning I must make<br/>These are the things that bind men's souls<br/>And tear me down<br/>Tear me down<br/>Down<br/>Down<br/>Down