Free enough to see what's going on in there - a man has naught if not
himself, not an island - just the son of a gun - i'm
sure you knew i ate it
up to spit it out - in blinded mute ground, gasping for words - buried - yes
you saw the lust for vengeance
- i've had my fill, the share of losing -
i've had my fill, the share of losing - the years in these worlds, more than
i could
feel - anywhere - to get it crystallized at last - i've had my fill,
the share of losing - i've had my fill, the share of losing - and
when they
all speak at the same time they make me wonder what on earth in hell it was
- and was it wise to seek release in and
through ex stasis - did i face it
all, standing - with the 'love, laugh, cry' - to say the things i truly feel
- i've had my fill,
the share of losing
