Atrophy

Ce n'est pas ma facon de penser qui 
A fait mon malheur mais celle des autres

Parched of eager 
Where is the romance in chaos 
And where are the colors I knew 
Now so faint as the will bereft 
A fleeting stir smothered in 
Automation
The daylight sins me 
Unflinchingly it rapes the id 
Have I the strength to fight to save it

Let me abscond to 
Respite under sable clouds 
Spirit me away to 
A place where I'm not found