Текст песни The Sullen Route - Madness Of My Own Design

In thorns of my strange traps
Still breathe bleeding bodies
Clones from universe of thoughts and dreams

Their grown dim eyes - eyes of my hopes
That I've killed and chained.
I strangled passion to step over
To tumble blind heavens into the cavern
Where dreadful chorus tearing innocense.

Cold needles break through me from within
Imperious pain completes this creature
Ripping through the time and sanity
It grinds our plaintive essence.

I am the immured one
In cell of crushing memories
The madness of my own desire.
The madness of my own design.