*(struggling..) from Seven Keys to the Discomfort of Being

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