Free enough to see what's going on in there -
a man has naught if not himself, not an island -
just the son of a gun -
i'm sure you knew i ate it up to spit it out -
in blinded mute ground, gasping for words - buried - yes
you saw the lust for vengeance -
i've had my fill, the share of losing -
i've had my fill, the share of losing -
the years in these worlds, more than i could feel -
anywhere -
to get it crystallized at last -
i've had my fill, the share of losing -
i've had my fill, the share of losing -
and when they all speak at the same time
they make me wonder what on earth in hell it was
- and was it wise to seek release in and through ex stasis -
did i face it all, standing -
with the 'love, laugh, cry' -
to say the things i truly feel
- i've had my fill, the share of losing