I've run my ship aground on the rocks of the soul.
There's no lie like independence, there's no demon like control.
I've fanned the burning embers till my house was on fire.
There's no parody like power, there's no fever like desire.

I've drained the wine of darkness to the dregs of deceit.
There's no drug as strong as pride, there's no blindness like conceit.
But I've railed against a mountain with a pickax and a file.<br>
There's no minefield like presumption, there's no deathwish like denial.

There's no gunshot like conviction,
There's no conscience bulletproof.
There's no strength like utter weakness,
There's no insult like the truth.

I've adjusted my prescription till I couldn't trust my vision.
There's no killer like convenience, there's no sickness like omission.
I've amended resolutions and resisted explanation.
There's no trap door like emotion, there's no pit like reputation.