Is it ever Dawn up here? like my mind, it's never clear Where Consciousness ends and Sedition begins On alien lands, alone I wander In these heights, I feel serene My will UNTAINED in ecstasy In the thick fog that unfolds, I shine and faint On this tightrope I walk on, I shine and faint This Private Hell, my prized possession Adapting My guilt In a Monstrous Collection My Ark Of Illusions, was it shattered soon? Our Brilliant Potential now Dust In Books I'd rather fly in blackness now Than begging for a bloody crown Like a father's own smile The Devil's dressed in Glowing White In the thick fog that unfolds, I shine and faint On this tightrope I walk on, I shine and faint