Take a piece of life in hand
Pull down your blackened veil

Throw away the conform's way
Impostor hides behind a mask
All that's left is your soul so
Wondering what to look for

Fascination of indifference
Inclination to existence

The silence looms before us
Loke hands from above grasp
Eyes grow numb while trying to see dark
Pray in dreams the cure is in your mind.