never to be all knowing
seemingly ever wondering
feeling knowledge flowing
each time is left humbling

ripping at the pages as if some ****** maniacal freak
searching darkened spiders weaving webs that I would seek
digging up the graves of past and emptying out the drawers
ripping bones out of chests dispelling secrets of the lore

daunting such a quest loyalty shown is everlasting
suckling at the tree you for truth, left ever grasping
suffocating in secrets honest answers never known
kneel no more to the king of lies upon his sorrow throne

Survival, we ask, as life puts us to the task
encapsulate our pasts and look back with a laugh
Longing, belonging and falling in and out of
songs sing refrains for what remains of love

Why keep it together?
Why regret what we have done?
What's the good of freedom without any fun?