["What is a cynic? - A person who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing" - O Wilde - Lady Windermere's Fan]

Passing by, consuming time,
Meanwhile always the same smile
Estranged
I wait till I am alone, yet so afraid to be on my own
Dog me unto death or stab me where I stand
I'd tear out my tongue, bleed before I weep

Inferno below zero, ordeal by fire
I seek a door in each and every wall
Volcano below zero, ordeal by ice
Blistering by degrees, but there's no easy exit
Fool!

Recollection blurs on purpose, it comes to grief
An exhibition of belief, where confidence goes when it dies

Trouble created by instinct comes around and strays,
Determined to reduce my days

Inferno below zero, ordeal by fire
I seek a door in each and every wall
Volcano below zero, ordeal by ice
No easy release, no release at all

Never more delightful than when missed,
But if and when received,
Satisfaction's followed by revolt
As if it never was achieved

Inferno below zero, ordeal by fire
Volcano below zero, ordeal by ice