Chapter Four

An attempt was made to plug back in
To the loop, but only to be smitten
By shocking recoil
Recoil
Recoil

A clean start marks also the end
Of nonsense struggle
False hope
Nonsense struggle
False hope
But this is a new circuit
It starts with a long straight
I'm at the front of the grid
This time

Little boys tackle punching bags
And pummel them when they're down
But I'm a big boy
And I'm not the bag
Not the bag
Look behind you
I am not the bag

Erasing the dark, a light appears
An unspeakable beauty and warmth
It just wasn't meant to be
Just wasn't meant to be
Why did I allow myself to become
Quademo?

But this is Chapter Four
And I'm dazzled