Bask within our sedentary sins
Twitch beneath the pricks and jabs of conscience
Enter me and the sun [bad word] shard to draw the blood.
The Muse, a [bad word] at work again
Fade the slightest sight, pine-needles dampen
broken blade, a stolen face,
The epitaph Believe in Shame.
Well Ive been dead before
- Back before I was born
Then entered Light, surcease of Nothing
But merely given time
One lowly blip of life
Spinning to the void again.
From the start know we are lost
splintered two, the both of us
Helpless to believe in nothing.