I try to find myself but I get lost
The gateway of light is drained
And I am no more the wiser
In this black hole of reality

I try to find myself but I get lost
Black, red, and gray emerge as forms
Images of life explode and confront me
“Birth of the Cool” wrecks my blocks of strength.

I try to find myself but I get lost
The gusty hand of death enters my soul
And shatters my key to life
The dogged frustration chews at my bloody knuckles

I try to find myself but I get lost
My question is my solution
But my eyes deceive me and
My world is blurred but freed ever so more

I try to find myself but I get lost
Shattering roars of the beast awaken me
The hunger within bellows back with revulsion
The centipede that eats at me quenches for more.

I try to find myself but I get lost
The winged creatures of demise
Shoot golden arrows of distorted fate
The hands of emptiness press against my chest
Till it starts bleeding and howling for relief
The world of deception pushes and pulls at me
Till I sway like the dying trees of winter.

I try to find myself but I get lost
I open myself but all I see is darkness
And until the black moon in the white sky rises again
I’ll keep searching for myself in the mist of life.