Billowy blackness, circles of silence
Darkened confinement, sunless prism
Mystic and fearful eyes of suspicion

Death has consumed your celestial prism

Circled up inside - it freezes your feeble mind

A grave in the shadows, rehearsals for endtimes
You stare at the ceiling awaiting madness
Never to venture into the unknown


You live as a dayghost
Chrism at every doorpost

Afraid to decide
By superstitions abide


Snow has frozen your windows
As you wade through the compost
Now there's nowhere to hide

You suffer inside

You'll never be free now

You wish only to bleed now
And let it all out
Consumed by your doubt


In the air is a posion
And you dream of an ocean

To wander into
Put an end to you!