Dementia

Enticing them all with a taste of dementia

The writing on the wall is the thing not mentioned

With hucks and bread and tears, they sow

Blowing your cover right when the wind blows

I'm starting to fall into a black hole

I'm starting to notice you lose control

Get her fried around acquaintences who are making sense

It's the final round of making enemies while you sleep

You deny, you deny, don't deny

It's a price you, not I, will eventually pay

And it's all coming to a head

Hold my place while I think it over

So my plate has runneth over

Dementia's here again (in return)

I've been lied to - it happened right on time

With a silent house, it makes the day, it makes me stay

And if we're heaven-bound, then I guess Sinai wasn't steep

And she's still wandering around (it returns)

Do what you want to do - just what you wanted to

I know that you wanted to deny, deny, deny.

And I will eventually pay. You'll pay.