Forty days and nights I've spent alone.

The shadow hungry angel inside of me grows cold.

Bloodshed on my mind.

slave to these walls.

Get away from the life sucking call.

Set me free.

Grant a pardon for the meddling soul.

The lives deserve to take the spirits toll.

Within the asylum of a guilty [bad word] conscience I feel the presence of insanity creep up my spine -- to lock me away in this [bad word] 

Death has made its abode on my shoulders.

It clings to the palm of my hand eternally.

Within ascendance I shall relive the slaughtering.

You'll sing to the dirt, praying for the break of dawn.

Night will bring the presence of a ravenous demon setting out to terrify.

Soul [bad word] like imploding stars.

There's nothing but the darkness to guide the way.

There's nothing left inside.

Scald the inside.

Fold the endless search within you.

Scale the insight, for the day it lies before us.

Somewhere in time...

Off in the distance we can see, shining, clear, our demise to be.

We're not listening to ourselves.

Somewhere in time, we [bad word] in the midnight leave.

But in the distance we can see, shining, clear, our demise to be.

We're not listening to ourselves.