Disillusion takes my mind on this cold November morning To another place in time it removes me without warning Now my passenger is life, circumstance is my abuser And we juggle wrong from right to confuse her. Spare my eyes I burn my youth with this conviction Time and time I hide the truth with my addiction This condition is my shrine Like the crooked hand that moulds me Superstitiously divine, repetition still controls me When compassion will combine Like a fashion for the fruitless Every consequence will shine and delude us Spare my eyes I burn my youth with this conviction Time and time I hide the truth with my addiction Round a round and round it goes Perdition wares the emperor’s new clothes And I go with this motion Don’t take for your single self These spoken words of consequence Human nature kills a king time erases everything Spare my eyes I burn my youth with this conviction Time and time I hide the truth with my addiction Round a round and round it goes Perdition wares the emperor’s new clothes And I go with this motion