Often times I am most alone with my thoughts I admit
And such a realm of my mind is a place I do my best to not sit
Because there are many bad things in here, only a singular side of a devoid coin
To which both halves of my concious come together and begin to join
I've no guidance of morality, nor good in my eyes
And if anyone else told you differently then they only spoke of lies.
I've detached myself from all whom I know and could concieve of care
And abandoned my father of blood, to which his death will bring me no despair
Perhaps there is a great deal wrong with me, wrong with Shane Frost
Because There will always be a matter of where I'm found, and where I'm lost.

inspired by billinski " Three Coins For The Fountain " from their Familiar Sounds album which can be found here http://www.breakbitmusic.
com/release/familiarsound s/