246 : 12/12/98 : Despair

It’s said the sickness unto
Death is called despair
They said it’s temporary
I know because I’ve been there
I would give a lot for fifteen
minutes of anonymity
The vectors of the possible
shrink to one in the face of infinity
Bad philosophy is
anybody’s game
But this feeling I’ve got
does not have a proper name

You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here