Do you dread the end of things? Think about the end of things? The choice, the pressure I left my body tonight Was held 3 foot away from nothing By a frayed string of reckoning All I needed was sleep A lucid state I left skin and bones In a blanket in darkness I was visited in the night Is somebody there? It’s easy to take such a turn for the worst when led by delusion Are you led by your own sentiment? You don't have to pretend Make time for sorrow Do you fear or own your shame? You don't have to pretend If the worst is done Am I here At the end of it The end of me Follow the mirage Do you fear or own your shame? Delusionists Delusional Aren’t we? Follow the mirage Do you fear or own your shame?