Reckless with my syndrome
Of riverbanks and catacombs
Helping rush this growing tome
Of my fatally flawed genome
My life one big charade
Where the hell is my parade
Lonely days are growing old
Time to take my cards and fold

Zero visibility is now
Wish I could go back and warn me how

Bruises that never heal
Only enhance the feel
That I'm better is out of date
No more ways to compensate

Zero visibility is now
Wish I could go back and warn me how