Thoughts migrate nowhere, sullen birds of prey Swallowed by jet black dreams of death in foul slumber A world beyond affliction When the calling lulls us into our infinite beds And the droning pulse of nihilism mocks us From across lightless fissures of consciousness Writhing, burning Alive only to host the stygian torment Pitied we are When deep sleep falls upon mankind Hopeless we fall Into the fathomless depths of this virulent dream
And from the haunted arms of morpheus We arise to a different despair
