Euphoria

I've been the architect of my own torpor
 Been the victim of a restless heart
 I'm not a bitter man, but I can feel the cold descending tremors start
 But I've got a will to powerful persuasion
 Scrawling "Basta" 'til the spray can bleeds
 A manifesto, like so many things, is the collective conscious plea
 Of a deep, unconscious need for
 Euphoria
 I see a tragi-comic tale unfolding
 See your bitter-sweet mythology
 A living body of casual tenderness and possibilities
 But a hangin' judge presides, abides, inside you
 You're a failure in your own green eyes
 So I'm gonna cover myself in mirrors
 And show you how you look in mine
 If the reflection helps you find your
 Euphoria
 It's a thin, shimmering ghost
 Neglected by those determined morose
 It's not where you would suppose
 It's under your nose euphoria