My happiness rises and falls
with numbers carved in bone
seeking the sky for a code to my being

Happiness is but echoes of insanity
Movern and Maldoror on repeat
the sound is deafening

Borrowed words from a cemetery ceiling
borrowed lives, now lost
I have lost, yet the game continues

I remain the enjoyment of some evil Baal
Whose happiness rises and falls on the weight of my bones
and escape is but an echo through this cemetery tour
of a ceiling runway slideshow
of lyrics meant to melt and days wasted, time squandered
and more regrets than can be any longer held
to repeat