Isolating myself, from a thousand lies
From all those empty plights, avoid all that hurts
No contact with external, entombed in my mind
Coldness surrounds me, like a womb of thorns
Like a shivering stone
Covered by a shivering hand
A pale, static face, behind a misty glass
Denying the ritual, erasing all codes
Cast away from this, a world which I will leave
Just longing for the call of my bitter god
Silently, Tacitly, in an endless row
Ageless images, call you by an unknown name
Endlessly in the hollow age, always to lie outside
So it was written, so I will suffer