The Present You Can't Return

Euphoria is in a cage. An alternate future's in my vision range.
The lock on times within our past, are clamped without a key to match.

A blurry line, that's hard to find, separates the conciouses within my mind.
A lust for life drowning in it's ashes, pulls in it's friends: my loves and passions.

With euphoria dead and phobias saved,
your positive instincts neglect to behave.
When fantasies sleep and childhood dreams fade,
you become the train wreck of society's parade.

Why rob the grave when all you'll find is bones?
Why wipe the sand from a vomit ice cream cone?
Why lay awake in your cemetery plot?
Why erase the lines from your mental connect the dot?

A distinct division between the times;
the wedge between my body and mind.
A lust for fame, buried five years back,
spits out its enemies; demotivation and lack.

Euphoria is in a cage.
Fear and confusion are all the rage.
The smiles sewn into our past,
are chocking victims of the present's crash.

With euphoria dead and phobias saved,
your positive instincts neglect to behave.
When fantasies sleep and childhood dreams fade,
you become the train wreck of society's parade.

Why rob the grave when all you'll find is bones?
Why wipe the sand from a vomit ice cream cone?
Why lay awake in your cemetery plot?
Why erase the lines from your mental connect the dot?