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