From the lyrics of a madman
Stuart Dale Stringer
Long the night and day of time running as my mind.
Flesh and bone to grow then feel the thinning of the line.
And the histories of countless souls that share the common thread.
Oh yes they cry aloud the lost wisdom of the dead.
The truth of lies and death to live and all the folly done.
Now stand and wait to sleep the day and eons night a sum.
Yes they cry the wisdom of the dead through all the ever mores.
Comes witness called to speak the tell of all the endless doors.
Aspire to see souls quest now deep and blue as sea.
Apathetic affections in neglect through love must see.
Countless souls are flying through infinity.