The first stroke of genius was the start of fixing up -
a premature masterpiece seen only in the mind?­s eye
Judging between us who's the fairest of them all?
distorted and compromised, facing the walls

It's been so long since I could say that I have a place that I call home
Suddenly the seasons change My final destination is unknown
No method can apply to me
No system can decide the ending without me

And there goes another, watch them as they come and go -
self-centered and making sure that they always fall in
When will I recover? Good poison is not the cure although, love is its synonym
Ready to go?

It's been so long since I could say that I have a place that I call home
Suddenly the seasons change My final destination is unknown

No method can apply to me
No system can decide the ending without me