cowardice, this chain of events   gather and plot the ensnaring of me (ensnaring)   gone now the sense of lust   is there a cost for the reckless excess?   taken in the growth and trust   retalitory strike at the weakest spot   raked away the remains of my fall   that laid scattered cross plains of regret   humble in defence of the wicked   run down, naked and blind      merciless, the onslaught of demands   get in line for the numbning   i won't make a stand      redeemer of the slavery   reconcile with the carefree and content   ensnarer, caretaker   lead not these the frail into battle again   crossing out the ramblings of others   tired of the same old refrain   knowing this will all be corrected   torn down, wasted and lost      i can't take it anymore 'cause i am rundown   can't take it anymore 'cause this is wrong   tired and rundown   spat it out   the foolish lines you fed   it holds a place in the civilized mind   forcefed, the turn of our venturesome quest   being rundown as we seek      the day this was lost   all that you see   all that'll be   rundown