And from the garden of our innocence, we were
Led away into the cold streets to play alone
Would you choose oblivion over me?

I failed at the game of social integration
When I realized your love for me was all a fabrication
Was I not good enough for you?

Feeding in your wake, I tasted hesitation
To bury this stake into the heart of consecration
Was I not pure enough for you?

I need some kind of plan
Something to stake a dream to
Can you understand I am for you - Forever?
Acrimony burns into the night

A chance encounter turns into a sordid introspection
Your lust for experience relents to indiscretion
Shaking with carnal anticipation
Succumbing to this visceral invitation
Was I not raw enough for you?

It's your final chance to feel love unrelenting
You need someone to hold on to - Forever

I will never leave you
I will not forsake you
I will not forget you
I will partake of you
If I could learn to hate you
I could use or break you
Won't let another take you
For only I can sate you
I will never let this go
Perhaps this time I'll get it right

From passion to arms - I'm a force to confound you
Escalating chaos performing to astound you
Was I severe enough?

Satisfy your deepest need as I embrace you
Quench your thirst for life just in case you
Choose oblivion over me

No use forestalling now
We have played our final torrid hand
We have attained this blessed ending
Consecration

Lay back and close your eyes
Shut this life away
Release a final time
And dream into oblivion

You have pursued me
You have endured me
You have abused me
You have imbued me with everything that I despise

I will never come this way again
I will never love this way again
I will never feel this pain again
I will never hesitate again
I will dream into oblivion
I will dream oblivion
I will dream into oblivion
I will dream oblivion
Oblivion
I will dream
Oblivion

"By this Act of Remembrance, I have forestalled a grievous forgetting and imbued the Dream with a feral resonance of it's own awareness and thus changed the course of my Own redemption five-thousand years hence forth. I have redesigned mine own Continuance, a subtle charm to try me again. I am now waiting in death, in this Act of Temporal Attrition, to be beheld once more: the reconstruction of my persona, forever." - GREGORY 2012