It's just a temporary slide back in the abyss I should've seen it coming from miles away They've been armed in a thick coat of structure Shielding me from my own blazing dagger There was a purpose upon the horizon A destination Tangible and fragrant And I march to ban you And I march to ban you And I march to ban you And I march with a thousand It's not surprising I should find myself flailing Having crossed a bridge of certainty Back behind enemy lines with no room til Tuesday I didn't even fuck with the temptation Guard down with little to do I welcomed old habits like a long lost friend To spite you At dawn 'bout a week in Venice Giving themselves up to the strengths of the menacing darkness The shrinking hours of light are grey and feeble The sulky trees sigh dropping their knees in defeat The temperature falls There's a big light switch on And from time to time Fireworks frightened the cats