[J. Fopp]

The sole disciple

Of a forgotten faith
Buries the last survivor
In a fading soil


Bleeding black, I'm bleeding black
Wounded

A hope is falling apart
Beneath the sacred surface


Cracks in the eggshell
Called life
Still feasting on this solemn moment

Descending... to a narrow place

Fevered dreams

Inside this immortal asylum
Eternal yearning
And petrified emotions