I wish somehow that now would matter
Hierarchical doom climbs a former latter
All those years weren't gone forever
Its lens could project on a film less shattered
Alas the past is broken glass
I wish that I could see it clearer
All the hows and wheres and whens
I can't see much through a broken mirror
I can't see much through a cloudy lens
I wish there was no gore or glory
Hell would make for a simpler story
Heaven could be a little closer
Now wouldn't be stuck in purgatory
Fix it, please, or don't and appease me
Make it over...