"The Witness and The Minion"
(c) 2012 Pale

Was in the summer when I had my first opinion
of the monster I was dreaming, of the witness and the minion
took a little while to get beyond all the addiction
but time is such a healer and I healed of my affliction

Even though I crave the anonymoty, I'm living by the rules I set.
Even as I tried to get it rectified I'm fighting it to feed my debt.

As the autumn hit me with its stinking rason d'etre
I knew that I was dealing with an unfamiliar nature
the things that I would do it to strangle interference
would only make it angry so I tried to keep my distance

Still as I can see, ridiculous to me, it's living here inside my head
Still I have to try to keep it deep inside, it's fighting me to make me dead

When the seasons over, and we all leave the party sober,
the witness would not watch me, and the minion tried to ditch me

Witness, how could you miss this?
Minion, what have you done?

Soon it will be winter and with that will come the dreamer
as I shatter from this place and I reside in schitzophrenia
a lovely little town that but the people really hate you
their narcisistic baiting will do nothing to abate you

Even while it feels recalcitrant to me, I'm screaming for a change of pace
Even yet it sounds derogatory to see, I'm dreaming of another race

Spring will come at last and I will realise my error
it seems that I decided way back then to be my terror
I'll add up all my lies and I will form a new statistic
the prospect of its usefullness is none too realistic

Still as I can see, ridiculous to me, it's living here inside my head
Still I have to try to keep it deep inside, it's fighting me to make me dead

When the seasons over, and we all leave the party sober,
the witness would not watch me, and the minion tried to ditch me

We all have a treasonous lover, we raised as a devious mother,
a witness to strive contentment, minion of reckless abandonment.

Witness, how could you miss this?
Minion, what have you done?