Absence is my religion   Foray my words do speak   Torn from my own incision   This day forever bleak      I stand in my own pity   I crawl upon it's face   I feel I am a victim   For madness I can taste      Sometimes I think of me   Sometimes I think of you   But most of all I know   What more now can I do      It all must pass to reason   It all will fall from grace   And now in my obsession   It leads to such a waste      Confronting my horizon   It leads me cold and fray   To touch will end in treason   For this I cannot pay      Sometimes I think of me   Sometimes I think of you   But most of all I know   What more now can I do      It all must pass to reason   It all will fall from grace   But now in my obsession   It leads to such a waste