Pressing fingers against your skull
Hearing the slow and cracking sound

This torture, this madness
Pulling hairs out
Sharp and thin like strings
The grief, the distress

In the hands of a prophet
They sing "the end is near"

Softly caving in
Crumbling in my hand
What used to be a man
Is overdue in debt

A mass of molten flesh
A carcass in decay
A past in human form
That has no right to rise
And ever be reborn

You've come to listen
Unearth the truth
A weary seeker
Not knowing what to do

Under the light
That empties out your eyеs
You looked for warmth
The light is cold and bright

Unwelcoming, unplеasant and hostile
Your own existence is becoming your exile
The pumping veins in rush
Nails stretching bits of skin
The slaughtering of self
Arising from within

And covering the eyes
Protecting from the dark
Only creates the visions
Dancing
So frightening
And vague
And silent