Dissolute Obligations

I am the sentient of my world to saturnine intentions Many callow but very dark lessons

Loquacious lips have unlocked themselves

And I can hear it all so very well

Susurrations of nefarious plots flowing at will The tirade parade has begun to kill

The mellifluous singing from the faeries

And the reckless is falling after me

A buss here and a buss there

Could never compare

To the damage that will occur before my eyes

Where is my evanescent surprise?

To abscond to my lonely sanctuary

To avoid and detach from everybody

For that list is so short I could almost see

Them all dying before me

And at their graves I will weep very little

Cause only then my freedom will no longer be belittled