Softly sipping From the venomous stream Of a poisonous spring Thence inebriated and oblivious To the foulness of its spout A shapeless solace In its oldest form Baleful beverage To soothe a burdened soul Flooded and gone were the sorrows Forgotten and lost were the morrows Once the flowing fountain Of foolness had dried The reefs appeared And pierced the tide Unveiling the shrouded wreckage Its remains It is in vain That we try to drown The catalyst of pain (Solo: Bourbonnais - Allaire) For the thorny crown of reality Will always weigh heavily Upon the weary head of sanity And be a reminder of the frailty Of our own honesty