More clouds of gray; than any Russian play

You'd have me torn asunder
Hold your breath
You brought this thunder
In a trough I rest my head

If ignorance is bliss
Where is my happiness;
missed.
Because of these chains
For me it always rains

You never knew;
Distant fire works anew.
A hail of ash and resolution;
For your camera.

My sanity lies in the lake
A baptism for the fake;
feelings of dawn's golden touch
it was for you,
never enough.