Isolated from the world light is filtering through the shutters Drawing worms over my immobile body
And I know that it will last this is just the beginning My brain floats on alcohol
As leaves from trees you feel lost so annoyed Wounds of defeat amplify your pain fuel your hate Idolized prophets Fallen icons, lost crowns, an end.
There's no sinking ship to save There's no confused crowd to slave
This is the twilight of your beliefs And ravens surrounding you tell you the same No matter how hard you try to organize Blah Blah Your prophet still remains in the deepest
Oblivion
Like a lizard you hide from the sun from eagles from stars from the truth Deprived of your power you're so sterile make me cry make me laugh
Now you know how to evade this emptiness inside Cocaine for the pain /brain And cricket on sundays.
