End of the Rope

All the misery you create,
 and all the pain you shape...
 You are not to blame, my friend.
 Somebody filled your empty page

 Shaped as we silently wept,
 Confined (as) transformation begins.
 The table was set and then we slept
 as architects of time

 So much grief behind the facade
 and symptoms of certain demise.
 We drown in fragrant illusions,
 illusions of right and wrong.

 We clench to a lustful saint
 digging graves on top of our lives
 Stuffed with values til we choke, 
 I guess we've reached the end of the rope

 Through the mist, in the haze,
 the impending doom's upon us
 The dividing blade of nature
 and man severed our callow breath

 The sun will set
 on the blindfolded

 The self-appointed guardians 
 are scratching at my door.
 We kiss their venomous lips
 and join the hallowed parade.

 Flying on paralyzed wings 
 wondering who we should be
 As tyranny becomes normality;
 We hang at the end of the rope

 Through the mist, in the haze,
 the impending doom's upon us
 The dividing blade of nature
 and man severed our callow breath

 The sun will set
 on the blindfolded