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.