Testo Final Days

If he'd left home much younger
Be much colder
And angrier today
See you digging in your heels now and battling
Just remember
Its all made up not a waste of time
Nothing to undermine
Constant compromise
Making everything so complex
Absence of reason
Intrigued by mystery
Ignored by history
Time to put it down

No I'm not the one who broke it
Can't fix it
Friction wears away
Get your head shrunk, brush your teeth again
You cannot take it back
Once it's been spoken

Know that you've beaten yourself senselessHow do you feel now?
Maybe delusions are the grandeur
As wide awake as a coiled snake
These are the final days of . . .