Lyrics to Akrasia

Cure my sickness you old man

Guide my conviction for sovereignty

Must I deny myself this life?

Do not seek, do not resist



You old devious trickster

Enamored by the mystery in the trees

Holding the answers forever withheld



Should it be so cruel, this singular way

Disenchanted, embittered by the sight before me

The mirror drops into a well of vertigo



Following the words of these old moralists

I see suffering disclosing the bare life of this wise man

The flesh of my own tastes bitter as I devour, choking

Suffering is wisdom, suffering is the way

Of the light they say, they say



I've ceased to be, I am no longer becoming

Just like the wise man, I live in between

The grey is void, the grey is free

Oh you old trickster, look what you've done



You didn't fix me, I didn't fix me

Oh you old fiend, now I see



Following the words of these old moralists

Suffering discloses the bare life of wise men

The flesh that is my own is bitter and iron

Blood soaked and blind, I'm ready for my lesson



Cure my sickness you old man

For I must be taught self-reliance

Must I deny myself this life

Do not seek, do not resist



Do not seek, do not resist

Do not see

I do not see