Arbitrarium IV
Implies your autonomy

I can't construct a thought
A meditation on a wound
That never seems to heal
A mediation of two worlds
That never will meet
And in between
The inner and the outer
Is your shadow and me

You whisper something
And I turn away
A fleeting form
Fading color
Catches your hair
A bridge of cut ups
Slice away
A fleeting form
Fading color
Catches your hair
I had a dream last night
That drew me up and out

And so for you
I fall
Into your bed
And here I have stayed
And I've meant
And that's my end

And so whatever I said to you
I take it back
I take it back
The cruelty of a life with me
I was wrong
I was wrong
The baseness of a false truth
I take it back
I take it back
The cruelty of a life with you

Arbitrarium IV
Implies your autonomy
Plaguing my memories
Getting the best of me