Like a ghost seeking shelter in solitude
I am the one who repels everything
Roaming through the still life
Am I better off alone?
So the solace fades to grey
Until nothing pleases me anymore
Forsaken in my own thoughts
Betrayed by my own reflection

But thou hast not come to see my disgrace
For I will not kneel before the bane

Drink from your passions
Feed from your own disgrace
Breathe the unknown
May the self-consuming body nourishes your soul

Be the freak
To cease the will to fit in
Into this bleak conformity
That cuts deep through your essence
Turning the solace into grey
Until nothing pleases you anymore
Forsaken in your own thoughts
Betrayed by your own reflection

But I hast not come to see your disgrace
For we will not kneel before the bane

Drink from your passions
Feed from your own disgrace
Breathe the unknown
May the self-consuming body nourishes our souls