So the curtain fell and fierce facades revealed
Sunken within the emptier vision of a light to reach I'm not afraid the shadows
here but the voices inside enthrall
Spellbound to slumber again
Still I pursue resistance in vain
Will you embrace this
Would you cherish the melody when silence is golden?
When the silence is colder?
Would you name it a tragedy when there
is nothing left of me?
The stillness is golden in my silent chrysalis stage
This is the day when all light fled
left to perceive
Blood in my hands proving my mischief
Consuming every urge and need
Will the voices faint away in the distance
when this stage has passed