Lay waste, torn asunder weak and lost in the past
Obfuscates, the self mind ripped it away
Cobwebs and motes in the eye of the sun God
I think not, serpent get thee behind me
Eradicated your somnambulant enigma
This field has lain fallow, won't erode
Won't soak up the sediment from your poisoned mind
No, I won't soak up your misery
Won't soak up your weakness
Won't soak up your banality