I fear the path we walk is my decline   That greater deeds, through fate, I shan't perform   So long was spent defining how to shine   'Twas never learnt that rays are best when warm      To ashes unfulfilled we stagger hence   My neuron, my nemesis, you lead me   Through every nightshade vision one can sense   Inherent in my art is to feed thee      Perhaps the path traversed shall never grow   Yet such conjecture is naught but sorrow   The greatest seed may yet be left to sow   Midnight brings us closer to the morrow      To ashes unfulfilled we stagger hence   My neuron, my nemesis, you lead me   Through every nightshade vision one can sense   Inherent in my art is to feed thee      This phoenix I must fly into the sun   For only from my spirit do I run