My world is a clock without numbers. The dizzy spin of a confused incrementation leading in all directions towards a return. In the end, I am always back where I started, constantly getting nowhere. This phantasmagoria is my disjuction, is my distraction, is my delusion, is my detention. I need to get a sense of direction, I need to plot a course, But most of all I need to decide upon a destination. I have a grasp on who I am, but I feel the need to reinvent myself. I want to become something new, something better. I want to change. I want to evolve. I want to get involved in something I believe in. I want to believe in anything. I am the lyrics never written, a vampire never bitten; a secret never hidden, a taboo never forbidden. And I'll never be forgiven for the life that I've been livin'. Careless and misguided is the path that I've decided, dazed and resided on top of disorder divided.