I am consumed by the light of day
Drunkenness in certainties
The offense in consensus
Consume me a little more
To the point of delusions of grandeur
To the mirages of a life
To the sadness of the seasons
Listen to the sirens song
In the draft of a sentence
Listen to the wind behind you
Whispering to the silences
I am what I am
And it doesn't matter who I am
Only a plot
From myself
You are what you are
And it doesn't matter who you are
Only a plot
From yourself
I cry in your eyes
To flow down your cheeks
And die on your lips
Feel the light
In the oblivion of a night
A murderous madness
From this little life
Listen to the sirens song
In the draft of a sentence
Listen to the wind behind you
Whispering to the silences
I am what I am
And it doesn't matter who I am
Only a plot
From myself
You are what you are
And it doesn't matter who you are
Only a plot
From yourself
Forgotten memories
To the hell that eats away at us
On the threshold of forgiveness
In the mirror of our sorrows
More than reason
I will get the collection
Of these immense follies
To the new curvature
Listen to the sirens song
In the outline of a life
Listen to the wind behind you
Whispering to the sentences
I am what you I am
And no matter where I am
Just a small plot
From myself
You are what you are
And no matter where you are
Just a small plot
From yourself
I am what we are
A forgotten mirage
Who shines only by these pains
A memory gone by
Who shines only for these chains
I am what you are
And it doesn't matter who we are
a little piece of ourselves
A little piece of ourselves
A little piece of ourselves
Jeff Fontana 
