Take away my desire for clarity and what do you have but scattered remnants of a fool-hearted plan? Weight down this ride. The harder the crash, the more I'm right. What creates false impressions? Why would you lie to me? What destroys good intentions? Defeat breathes this fear (like fire to oxygen). It pauses to respire then dashes hopes. Here I watch nonexistence replace what I envisaged. Sweep away that which benefits my needs. You lay waste to me when you sing this to sleep. Oh these narcissistic melodies.